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Jealousy

By: KarennaC



Where was she?

Impatiently, Lucian checked his watch. Carolyn should have arrived half an hour ago. Where the hell was she?

The buzzer sounded. Finally! Lucian pushed the button to let Carolyn into the building. He was waiting at his open apartment door when she got off the elevator. "What took you so long?" he demanded.

"I'm sorry," Carolyn replied. "Traffic was heavier than I expected."

She entered the apartment and Lucian closed the door behind her. "I was worried," he said. "You should have called."

"I lost your number, remember? You were going to give it to me last night, but we, um, got sidetracked."

"You should have made sure you had it before you left. But at least you're here now."

Lucian gave Carolyn a perfunctory hug. She smiled tentatively at him. "It's good to see you again. It's been a while."

"Yes, it has." Lucian led her to the couch. "How have you been?"

"Good, thanks. Work's going much better."

"Good to hear. How are things with your boyfriend?" Lucian deliberately kept his tone light, but just the mention of Carolyn's boyfriend angered him. He shouldn't be asking about her boyfriend; he should be her boyfriend. Hadn't he put enough time into dating her, into reassuring her and showing her how he felt? They'd dated off and on for months; he knew Carolyn's feelings for him were as strong as his for her. And yet she'd turned around and found someone else. Granted, he hadn't spoken to her for a couple months, but she'd known he had things going on. She should have had the respect to wait for him, not just assume it was over.

"He's fine," Carolyn said. "Thanks for asking. How about you? Any new dates on the horizon?"

"I told you last night, I don't think I'm going to bother dating for a while. The dates I've been on lately were okay, but no chemistry. I think I'm getting burned out on the whole thing."

"Sorry to hear."

As well she should be. After all, she'd caused him more stress and pain than any other woman he'd dated in the past couple years. Lucian shrugged. "Shit happens. A break might be a good thing."

"Maybe."

"The women I've dated weren't all that interesting. When I was with them, I kept thinking about you."

Carolyn shifted uncomfortably. "You did?"

"Yes, I did."

"Lucian, I- I don't know what to say."

"You have no problems thinking of what to say to me on instant messenger. Why is it different now? You still think about me, too, Carolyn. I bet you think about me when you're fucking your boyfriend."

"Of course I still think about you. You meant a lot to me." Her eyes narrowed. "But when I'm with him, I'm thinking about him. You and I are over, Lucian. We can be friends, but nothing more."

Lucian struggled not to explode at her. She was a liar, nothing more. "Our conversation last night didn't seem like it was just between friends, Carolyn. I wonder what your boyfriend would think if he knew you were playing with yourself while you typed to me about sucking my cock."

"I wasn't playing with myself. I only said that because-"

"Because you wanted to play with yourself? Because talking to me like that makes you so horny you don't know what to do?" He slid closer to her, pressing his thigh against hers. "How wet are you now that you're with me again, Carolyn?"

"Stop it." She moved away from him. "I said it because it was part of the conversation. I wasn't really playing with myself any more than I was really sucking you. And I'm not wet at all. That isn't why I'm here."

"Why are you here, Carolyn?" 

Without giving her a chance to answer, Lucian roughly pulled her to him. Ignoring her struggles, he crushed his lips against hers. His tongue forced her lips apart and probed her mouth.

It took a moment for Carolyn to shove him away. "Stop it, Lucian! I just came to see how you're doing. I haven't seen you for a while. I came to try to be your friend. That's all."

"I don't believe you. We both know why you're really here, Carolyn."

"I'm seeing someone else. Exclusively. I'm not going to cheat on him."

"Then why did you come to see me? You were part of that conversation last night. You know what you said. If you're not going to cheat on your man, why did you say all those things to me? Why did you come here after talking about what you'd like to do if we saw each other again?"

"I don't know." She shook her head. "It was a mistake, that's all. I shouldn't have said any of those things. I shouldn't have come."

She started to get up, but Lucian grabbed her arm. She stared at his hand, but didn't protest. "Don't you dare walk out on me," Lucian snapped. "You keep telling me about this boyfriend of yours, but I don't think you care about him as much as you let on. If you did, you wouldn't keep cybering with me."

"It isn't cybering. It's just talking. Flirting."

"Justify it however you want. You know the truth. And you and I both know it isn't over between us. One might even say you're cheating on me by seeing this guy."

"Cheating on you?" Carolyn exploded. She yanked her arm out of his grasp. "We were never a couple! You made that abundantly clear, remember? Friends with benefits only, no strings, no commitment. Even if we were still seeing each other, I wouldn't be cheating on you, because we never agreed to be exclusive! Besides, you're the one who disappeared for two months. Didn't even bother returning my calls. As far as I'm concerned, when I stopped hearing from you, we were over."

"So you started fucking some other guy."

"Lucian, it isn't like that. With him, it's a relationship. A real one, not 'friends with benefits'. He treats me well."

"Unlike me?"

"I didn't say that." Carolyn lowered her voice. "You were nice to me. But we don't work, Lucian. Everything I do or say seems to piss you off. We spend more time fighting than talking. I'm sorry I've been having those IM conversations with you. It's so familiar to me to talk to you like that, but I shouldn't be doing it anymore. It's dishonest of me, and I'm sorry. That's why I'm really here, to talk to you about this face to face. To say goodbye, Lucian."

Again she started to stand, and again Lucian held her back. This time, it wasn't just a hand on her arm. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She squirmed, trying to get away, but he held her tightly. "You aren't leaving, Carolyn," he said. He thrust against her ass. "Feel that? Feel how hard my cock is? That's for you, and you're going to take care of it."

"I'm not sleeping with you, Lucian!"

"Yes, you are." In one quick motion, he pushed her onto her back on the couch and held her there. "That's why you're really here, isn't it? You love fucking me, and you know it. You aren't leaving until I'm done with you."

"Lucian, please! You're scaring me!"

"Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you." He unzipped her jeans. "I'm just going to fuck you, just like we talked about last night."

"No!"

Tears came to Carolyn's eyes, but Lucian was beyond caring. He'd had enough of her teasing, of her broken promises and lies. How could she say they didn't work? They were great together. The sex had always been fucking fantastic. His only regret was that they lived too far apart to see each other often. But she was here now, and he was going to take what belonged to him. She was his, whether she wanted to be or not.

He tugged at her jeans. "Lift up, or I'll lift you."

"Please don't do this," Carolyn begged. "Lucian, please!"

He raised his hand, though he would never actually hit her. "Lift up."

Sobbing, Carolyn lifted her ass so he could pull down her jeans and panties. Lucian's cock twitched as Carolyn's shaved cunt came into view. He pulled her clothes all the way off and tossed them on the floor. "You look wet." He jabbed a finger into her. "You are wet. Thought you said you didn't want this."

"I don't!"

"Stop lying to me, Carolyn." 

Lucian stood and undid his own pants. Carolyn started to sit up. "Don't move," Lucian ordered. 

He pushed down his pants just far enough to give his cock its freedom. "Look what you've done to me, Carolyn," he said. "Now it's time to take care of it. Turn over."

"What?"

"Turn over. Don't argue with me."

Slowly, Carolyn turned onto her stomach. "I'll be right back," Lucian said. "So help me, if you get off that couch..."

He left the threat unfinished and went into his bedroom for the bottle of lube he kept in his nightstand. He would show Carolyn who she really belonged to. Every hole would be his today. First her ass, then her pussy, then her mouth. Maybe he'd be nice and wash after he fucked her ass. Maybe.

He peeked into the living room. Carolyn was still lying on her stomach, shaking from crying. Before he went back to her, Lucian took a minute to get a wet washcloth and soap from the bathroom. He didn't want to leave her alone again. Sooner or later, she'd decide to leave, and he wasn't about to let that happen yet.

He went back to the couch. "That's a good girl," he said. "You did just what I said. You must not really want to leave. You had opportunity."

"I was afraid of what you'd do."

"You were afraid you wouldn't get to fuck me." 

Lucian opened the lube and squirted some onto her asshole. "What are you doing?" Carolyn asked.

"I'm going to fuck your ass, just like you always begged for."

That brought fresh sobs. "Lucian, no. Don't, please. Do whatever else you want, but that would hurt too much!"

"That's why I'm using lube." Lucian put an extra squirt on her ass, then lubed up his cock. He grasped Carolyn's hips and pulled them up, making her asshole an easier target. "Better relax."

"How the fuck can I relax? Stop!"

"No."

He put his cock against her tight hole and pushed. The head entered easily, thanks to the lube, but he couldn't get any farther. "I said relax, Carolyn. I could just ram it in, but I'd rather give you a chance to enjoy it."

"Enjoy you forcing me to fuck you? Hell no!"

"Then ramming it is."

Lucian forced his cock farther into her. Carolyn screamed. "Okay! Stop, please!"

"Okay you'll relax?" Lucian asked.

"I- I'll try."

Carolyn took a deep, sobbing breath. Her asshole loosened enough for Lucian to slowly slide his cock in almost to the hilt. "That's good enough," he said. He moved back and forth, savoring the tightness of her hole. "Fuck, Carolyn, this is only going to take a minute. You're too fucking tight for me to hold back."

Carolyn's only answer was a moan. She'd loved having her ass fucked before; no matter what she said, she was enjoying it now. Lucian could feel it. Her ass felt amazing. If he hadn't known better, he would have sworn she was trying to make him enjoy it.

His balls tightened. "I'm going to cum in your ass, Carolyn," he announced. "Your ass is going to be filled with my cum, just to help you remember whose it is." He slammed his cock into her hard, and felt his seed spurt into her, filling her where no one had before. Assuming she hadn't lied to him about not having anal with anyone else.

He slipped his softening cock out of her ass and picked up the washcloth and soap. "That was great," he said.

"Can I leave now?" Carolyn's tone was flat.

"Not until I'm done." Lucian soaped up his hands and cleaned his cock, then rinsed the soap with the washcloth. The friction of the cloth and the sight of Carolyn's ass still in the air, his cum seeping from her enlarged hole, made him hard again. "Now I'm going to fuck your cunt," he said. "Stay just like you are. I know you like it from behind."

"Lucian, please. Haven't you done enough?"

He positioned himself behind her again and lined his cock up with her cunt. "No." 

With one hard thrust, he rammed his cock all the way in. Carolyn gasped and thrust back against him. She wanted this. "Lucian, stop," she begged. 

"Not till you cum, babe." Lucian knew it wouldn't be long, despite her claim that she wanted him to stop. She always came hard in this position.

Sure enough, after only a moment, he felt her cunt contract around his cock. "I thought you didn't like this, babe," he said softly. "Sure feels like you do."

"An orgasm is a physiological response to stimulation," she snapped.

"An orgasm is your response to a good, hard fucking." Lucian thrust harder. "You love this, Carolyn. You know you love fucking me. You always have."

"Just finish so I can leave."

Lucian kept fucking her hard and fast. The excitement of it quickly brought him another orgasm. He held Carolyn's hips tightly as his cum filled her pussy. "That's two parts of you that belong to me," he said.

"None of me is yours!"

"That's why my cum is running out of you?" Lucian pulled out. "Sit up."

Carolyn did. Her face was streaked with tears, but her eyes were dry now. "Are you done yet?"

"Almost." He pushed on her shoulders, bending her toward his cock. "Clean me off."

"No."

Holding her with one hand, Lucian used the other to bring his cock against her lips. "You can open your mouth, or I can just ram this down your throat. Clean me off."

Carolyn opened her mouth, and Lucian slipped his cock between her lips. Carolyn had always given excellent head, and this time was no exception, despite her protests. She sucked his cockhead, then took almost his entire dick into her mouth. She was such a liar; she was loving this. Lucian moaned softly as she sucked and licked his shaft. "That's it," he said. "Good girl. You love that taste, don't you."

"No," she muttered, muffled by his cock.

"Don't lie. Shit, Carolyn!"

With two orgasms already, Lucian took longer to cum this time. But Carolyn continued sucking him until he finally came. "Better swallow," he told her.

She did. "Now are you done?"

"Oh, yes. I'm done. But we aren't, Carolyn. You're mine." He picked up her jeans and panties and tossed them to her. "Get dressed so you can go home and tell your boyfriend all about how you fucked me today."

Carolyn stood and quickly dressed. "Don't call me anymore. Don't IM me. Don't even think about me."

"That's okay. I know you're upset. But when your boyfriend finds out about us and dumps you for cheating, you can come back to me."

Carolyn looked him in the eye. Her own eyes were empty. "You've killed anything I ever felt for you, Lucian. You'll never see me again." She turned and walked out the door.

Lucian pulled his pants back on and returned the washcloth, soap, and lube to their proper places. It didn't matter what Carolyn said; he'd heard it before. She'd be back. She always came back.

Jealousy



The doorbell rang with insistence and I ran to open the door. I was just floored to find Bobby at the door but he didn't give me any time to say anything. 

"What the hell is going on between you and Mark?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, really not knowing what he meant.

"Are you dating him?"

"What would make you ask that?"

"Well you sure have been quite chummy with him lately and the guys were teasing him about you after you left today, something about a dinner. So are you or are you not dating him?"

"Gee, Bobby, you almost sound jealous". This time I was teasing and he made a face to indicate his patience was wearing thin.

I then decided to reassure him. I stepped up to him and put my hand on his chest and said "Relax, I am not dating Mark. We're just friends."

Bobby looked at me and asked "Are you sure he knows that?"

"Sure he does." I continued. "And he understands the reason I gave him and is okay with just being friends. I told him that I might be moved soon and didn't want to get involved with anyone just now.  He accepted that so I didn't have to say anything more to him. We only had dinner together that one time."

"What more would there have been to tell him?"

"Well, I didn't see any point in giving him other reasons. I didn't want to hurt his feelings by telling him there is no way I could be attracted to him while I'm attracted to another guy. That just wasn't necessary."

"Who is this other guy?" Bobby was getting tense again. 

I smiled and asked, "Do you need a drawing?"

I had been very attracted to Bobby since we had worked on a project together a few months back. He had then told me that he had a girlfriend so I had backed away some but I still flirted with him and he would sometimes flirt back. Sometimes, during staff meetings, our eyes would meet and I would feel this intensity running through me and wish there could be more between us. However, I wanted to respect the fact that he had a girlfriend and would not make any real overtures towards him. 

Bobby grabbed my hand in one of his and held it. He then put him other hand around my waist and pulled me to him. Before I could even think about what he was doing, his lips were on mine and I just melted. His lips were softer and warmer than I had ever imagined they could be. My other hand went to his neck and I put my fingers through his hair. I was amazed at how soft his hair was. I couldn't help but wonder if the rest of him was as soft.

His kissing got deeper and more insistent and already, I felt my legs weakening. He let go of my hand and his hand turned and rested on my breast, sending shivers through my whole body. His actions were indicating that he wanted more but I still was unsure of his intentions so I didn't dare be too bold. So with my second hand now free, instead of feeling what I really wanted to feel, his front, I went for his rear end.

When I squeezed the outer side of his rear end, Bobby moaned gently, encouraging me to go a little further and squeeze some more. His hand that had been resting on my back took a hint and lowered to my own rear end and he alternated between squeezing and pulling me tighter against him. I could feel his manhood, hard and throbbing through his jeans. I wanted him more than I'd ever wanted any man before but I was afraid that if I took the lead, he'd realize what he was doing and pull away.

Finally, he pulled away just long enough to look into my eyes and say "I want you, take me to your bed." I was just in heaven, hearing those words. However, I didn't want to bed him if he had a girlfriend. It was one thing to kiss him and let our hands roam, it was something else to get naked with him.

"Wait. What about the little fact that you've got a girlfriend?"

"There is no girlfriend, not anymore. She dumped me a month ago."

"And why didn't you tell me about this earlier?"

"Didn't want to admit I'd been dumped."

"Hmmmm. Well, that doesn't matter to me. I'm just glad you're free."

I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. Once there, he started kissing me again, driving me absolutely wild with desire. His hands were not idle either, as he started pulling my T-shirt out of my jeans. I took a hint and pulled his out also. He pulled away and removed his shirt in one quick sweep. 

I pulled mine off over my head and Bobby whistled as he grabbed me by the sides, where my bra is. I had on a very perky and lacy bra and knew he'd like it. He bent over and kissed the tops of my breasts. I asked "would you like me to take it off?" He answered "Not yet." He was rubbing his thumbs on the sides of my breasts and just driving me bonkers. He straightened up and started kissing me again. His hands left my breasts and he started undoing my jeans. I followed his lead and pulled on his fly too. I was luckier with his and started pushing his jeans down. He pushed his shoes off and bent over to take his socks off as well as his jeans, leaving only his underwear. I kicked my slippers off and helped him take my jeans off. Bobby took one look at my underwear and went "Mmmm". They matched my bra and were all lacy and inviting. 

We started kissing again and his hands were all over me. I pulled him close and ground against him. He moved me towards the bed and gently lay me down on it. He then laid down next to me and kept kissing me. He moved down and took down my bra strap. He kissed my breasts and pulled out a nipple to suck on. I was just floating! My hands reached down and I pushed down his underwear so I could grab his rod. I started stroking it up and down slowly. 

Bobby then kissed his way down my flat stomach and soon, I could feel his hot breath through the fabric of my panties. Then, his hands were on either side of me, pulling these panties down. I lifted my rear end off the bed to help him and soon, the panties were off and his hands were making their way back up the sides of my legs. His lips were not idle either as he kissed his way up the inside of my right leg. When he got near the top, he stopped and went back to the left knee and kissed his way up that leg. This time, he didn't disappoint and finally kissed my core. My hips immediately lifted off the bed to meet his lips. As his tongue parted my pussy lips, I let out a moan.

His right hand made his way to my pussy and he gently opened up my pussy lips to give his tongue better access. The feelings were divine as he licked my clit and teased it. His left hand made its way up to my right breast and he teased the nipple. Then, he intensified the licking and sucking on my clit and had me trembling with desire. A few more moments and I started feeling the first signs of an orgasm forming. 

"Don't stop. Please Bobby, don't stop. I'm almost there baby, don't ........... Ahhhh!"

A strong orgasm shook me from head to toe and left me trembling. Bobby then stopped and gently caressed me and kissed his way back up, stopping along the way to softly kiss and lick both my nipples in turn. When he laid down next to me, Bobby said "I've been wanting to eat your pussy for a long time now."

"You're a great pussy eater. Why did you wait so long?"

"I thought you were seeing Mark."

"I'm glad we got that cleared up."

"Me too."

Then, I pushed him onto his back and said "I think I'd like to return the favour."

With that, I kissed my way down his body, caressing him with my hand. I rubbed my hand up and down his beautiful rod, enjoying the feel of it in my hand. Then, I lowered my lips to the tip of his cock. Bobby moaned softly. Encouraged, I took him into my mouth and twirled my tongue around his glans. I moved up and down his shaft, taking in as much of him as I could. Then, I gently, very gently used my teeth to rub against his shaft and his tip. Then, I focused on the sensitive spot and gently caressed his balls. Bobby moaned some more and lifted his hips off the bed. I took him to the edge and then eased off. Bobby groaned and said "You're a tease!"

"I'm not done having fun with you yet."

"Don't worry baby, I can go twice. Now please go back to sucking me."

"What do you want?'

"Suck me baby, suck my cock."

I finally gave him what he wanted. I took him back into my mouth and licked and sucked. With my hand, I pumped his shaft up and down. I felt him tense up but this time, instead of easing up as I'd done before, I kept sucking. Bobby moaned and said "Oh Baby, yeah...." His hips lifted off the bed as he spurted his seed in my mouth. I swallowed every drop of his love potion and kept on gently sucking until he was done.

When I released him, Bobby pushed me over and started kissing me everywhere again. Within minutes, he had me on fire again. Bobby went back to kissing and licking my core and soon had me panting with desire. "Bobby, please, I want you." 

I reached for the drawer in my night stand and pulled out a condom from it. I quickly tore the package open and handed the condom to Bobby. Bobby refused to take it. "No glove, no love baby." I said.

Bobby came up and straddled my chest and said "I'd rather you put it on me."

I grabbed his cock and was amazed that it was hard already. I stroked it up and down a few times and then unrolled the condom on his rod. As soon as I had it completely on, Bobby scooted back down and positioned himself between my now wide open legs. When he pushed against my pussy, it went in easily, I was that wet with desire for him. He entered me easily and plunged all the way in, letting out a groan. In and out he moved and I could feel every millimeter of him inside me, sending delicious vibrations up and down my whole body.

He then said words that were music to my ears "I want to fuck you from behind."

He withdrew from my pussy and helped me turn around and get on my hands and knees in front of him. Then, he pointed his hard cock at my entrance again and pushed in. He grabbed me by the hips and started fucking me. 

"Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard." I cried out.

Bobby did as asked. He fucked me fast and furious. It was fantastic and I felt another orgasm building up. Bobby continued to fuck me and soon, he was pushing me over the edge once again.

"Oh yes!!!!!!!!!! Yesssssss!"

Bobby slowed down and also reached his release, as evidenced by his groaning. When he was spent, he withdrew and laid down next to me. 

"I should have gone out for dinner with Mark earlier!"

"No. No more dinners with Mark. Only with me."

"Okay Bobby, only with you."



Jealousy



I had always been close to my sister Sandra...or rather "Sandy" as she preferred being called these days. With only two years difference between us, it had never seemed an obstacle for either one of us. She knew my friends...and I was well acquainted with hers. One in particular.

We both still lived at home in order to cut down on expenses while I attended a local university, the same one that Sandy had begun attending as well a few months after graduating high school. Along with her best friend Diane, who I was currently seeing, and had been dating now for several months. The odd part was, most of the time, our dates consisted of the three of us going out together. Like I said, I'd always gotten along well with my sister, so having her come along with us seemed quite natural as opposed to her being a third wheel. We had double dated on a few occasions, but Sandy didn't really have any guy special at the moment, so lately it seemed like she was far more content to just tag along with us. Admittedly, it put a cramp in my love-life to some extent, but Diane and I had managed to fit in some intimate personal time for ourselves here and there. Though whenever we did, or made it obvious we needed some alone time, Sandy's mood and demeanor would noticeably change during those times. 

Sandy and Diane were similar in appearance too. Very often people would take them for sisters, not quite twins...but they looked, and dressed alike a good deal of the time. I found myself quite frequently enjoying the curious looks we got as the three of us strolled about the stores, or sat in the movie together, a beautiful girl sitting to either side of me. Each of them had dark brown well past the shoulder length hair, green eyes, full sensual lips, and though I couldn't prove it exactly, pretty much the same figure and bust size. Like I said...they looked so much alike, I'd even gotten a bit of teasing from my buddies because of it. Saying I had some sort of a twisted sister fantasy, which is why I was dating Diane in the first place. I too had a full head of dark hair, and more like hazel eyes as opposed to being green like my sister and moms were. I was also a couple of inches taller than both, just under six feet give or take an inch. I enjoyed playing tennis, and though I didn't have a regular regimen or workout routine, I did take pretty good care of myself. I didn't consider myself a hunk, not by any means, but I'd never had any real problems dating cute, or attractive looking girls all through high school, and then into college either. Still...the thought that my friends found it odd that I was dating someone who looked a lot like my own sister, or that I might be a bit twisted in doing that, gave me pause on more than one occasion. Especially as I had secretly thought about my sister in times past. But that was years ago. About the time Sandy started looking like a true beauty, a true beauty with tits, which is about the time most guys first look at their sisters a little differently. I know I did. And so yeah, I spent a few nights secretly fantasizing about my own sister. But eventually I grew out of that. That...or forced those thoughts away whenever I found myself absentmindedly entertaining them. After all, that was incest. And thinking about one's own sister was pretty twisted and sick in a way...wasn't it? So I didn't much care to hear my best buddies saying it or thinking it either. Though maybe to them, seeing the three of us always hanging out together would seem to be a bit sick and perverted in some ways.

I had no idea at the time just how twisted and perverted things were about to become. 

**

I normally worked after school at the university bookstore and library part time. I had as usual showed up prepared to work when Jerry, one of the guys I sometimes worked with had showed up as well. I'd forgotten. Having traded shifts with him a few weeks back so he could have a particular night off, he'd agreed to come in and work for me one night. Remembering, and now delighted, I quickly headed off towards home, glad now for an entire weekend, especially as our parents had left early that morning for a drive up to San Francisco to spend some time with my Aunt as she'd recently had surgery. Nothing serious, but enough so, she was laid up and in need of some additional help. That would leave the place to us for the entire weekend, and that also meant, I might in fact be able to convince Diane to spend the night with me at least once. It had been well over two weeks since we'd had a chance to be together, and frankly...I was damn fucking horny!

Although I shouldn't have been too surprised to see Diane's car sitting in the driveway, I hadn't expected to see her of course until sometime Saturday. Obviously she'd come over to visit with Sandy, and maybe..."just maybe" I thought smiling to myself, be waiting for me in bed when I supposedly got off work that evening. I figured we'd have to play nice for a bit, especially with my sister around. But I also knew that Diane was much like me in respect to getting a bit cranky if we didn't fool around some, or go too long between having sex. Something else I loved about her, she could be a real animal...a real dirty, naughty animal in bed once she was aroused. And I needed some animal loving tonight in the worst way too!

With Diane's car in the drive, I was forced to park my own car out in front. Usually I entered in through the back door, but with the closer proximity of the front door now facing me, I entered that way instead. And though my room was upstairs, Sandy's room was downstairs, the far larger of the two. The moment I stepped inside I could hear voices, a bit of laughter, and knew that the two of them were obviously downstairs in her room. I sat my backpack down on the floor next to the couch in the sitting room and started to head over towards the stairs leading down to her room and the den area. Which is when I heard something else, a whole lot different than laughter, almost like a deep guttural moan. There was no mistaking it either. It was the sounds of someone enjoying a nice little orgasm, no question about it.

"What the fuck?" I thought silently to myself, and then deciding to remain silent, I quickly slipped off my shoes, now taking the stairs as quietly as I could in stocking feet. Obviously they weren't expecting me home, not for a few more hours as yet. And as mom and dad were certainly away, they had no reason to suspect anyone would come stumbling in on them. The problem was...this was my girl friend...and sister I could hear fooling around together. Even as I slowly descended the stairs, I had mixed emotions regarding what I might soon discover. On the one hand, this was every man's fantasy wasn't it? Two girls...enjoying one another in the most intimate of ways? And yet...on the other, this was my sister who was one of them...with MY girlfriend! Even though Diane had been Sandy's best friend long before we'd ever started dating. Which then raised the question, "How long has this been going on anyway?"

I continued to creep down the stairs as quietly as I could, still listening to the sounds of heavy breathing and moaning, only now...I realized it was coming from the den, and not from her bedroom. Reaching the small landing, off to the right down a short hallway was my sister's room, another full bathroom, and the laundry room. To the left, the family den. I now saw the flicker of light coming from the TV as I turned left and approached the doorway. It was open, as they'd obviously saw no need to close it. I slid up along the wall before daring to peek in, knowing where the TV was, and knowing they'd be on one of two couches, and perhaps both. But I also knew, if they were indeed watching something on TV, they wouldn't notice me standing behind them. And if they were doing something else other than that, they wouldn't be worried about me yet either. I felt relatively safe as I eased my head around the corner peeking into the room. 

What they were doing was watching a porn movie together, though where they had gotten it from I had no idea. The moans and groans I'd been hearing coming from that, and not them, or at least not all of them anyway, though the obvious laughter had been...nervous excited laughter perhaps. On screen as I stood there back behind the door in the darkness, I could see two women and one man, actively engaged in stimulating one another. At the moment, the two girls knelt before the guy sharing his cock, sucking and licking it together. But as interesting as that might have been to watch any other time, what I now found myself actually looking at had garnered my entire attention. And I knew I must have been standing there with my mouth open when I did.

They were indeed sitting on opposite sides of the "L" shaped couches. All I could see was the back of Diane's head as she sat on one side of the couch. But it was my sister who I could far more clearly see, as she sat on the other side, facing off to one side before me. For one thing, she had her hand down inside the waistband of the panties she was wearing, her shorts long discarded, laying on the floor beside her. And though she was also wearing a tank top, she had one side of it lifted up over her bare breast. One hand toying with her hard taut nipple. I had on some few rare occasions, caught glimpses of my sister before, but it had been a couple of years now since I'd last accidentally bumped into her when she was naked, and that had been the all too briefest of moments as she screamed, covered herself with her hands, and had ducked back into her bedroom. To be honest, I hardly had time at all to take anything in. Not like I was doing now. And I realized I was holding my breath, almost afraid to breathe for being heard and thus discovered. But this was too good of a thing to pass up, watching my own sister sitting there on the couch, masturbating! And obviously...though I couldn't see her at the moment, I could surmise by the subtle movements I was seeing...that so was Diane. Maybe they weren't actually doing anything to one another, but the two of them obviously were masturbating in front of one another while watching the porn flick. And once again, I found myself asking the still curious question. "Just how long have the two of them being doing things like this? And had they...done more than that?"

The sound of Diane's voice shocked me back into reality, and I hurriedly stepped back around the corner, fearful that my sister might suddenly look over in my direction and catch me standing there looking at the two of them.

"He's got a nice cock. Almost as nice as Brian's is," Diane suddenly stated, moaning pleasurably as she did. Standing as close as I was to her, only a few feet away I could easily hear the slippery sounds her pussy was making as she quite decadently sat there fingering herself. I loved hearing her when she did that for me. She always was one to get quite juicy, and she certainly was now too, showing no inhibitions, or shyness whatsoever as she sat there finger-fucking herself, right in front of my sister. Though Sandy too, was pretty much doing the same thing herself, finally lifting her ass, and now pulling her panties completely off so she could more easily spread herself, and begin fingering herself in earnest now.

"Oh? Whose is bigger? His? Or Brian's?" Sandy asked curiously, to which Diane chuckled a little. Though I was more surprised at hearing my own sister's curious question being asked of Diane.

"Hard to tell really, perhaps about the same size in length anyway, though I think the head on Brian's dick is a bit larger. I know that it takes some doing to get my mouth over it whenever I suck it for him," she added giggling. Sandy moaned, her attention once again glued back on the TV as I chanced it, once again peeking in around the corner looking over at her. Sandy now held what obviously appeared to be a life-like looking vibrator, a hell of a lot longer than I was even, though admittedly, the head of the fake cock I now saw my sister rubbing against her cunt was far slimmer than my own. As was the guy's dick they'd been talking about in the movie.

"So you like sucking my brother's cock do you?" She laughed, though once again moaning a bit even as she said that, only then slipping in the first couple of inches of the toy cock she was teasing herself with as she now glanced over towards Diane. "Bet you wish you were sucking it now don't you?" She then added.

Diane giggled. "Yeah, but later tonight, I'm sure I will be," she moaned herself once more, the sounds of her deliciously wet pussy seemingly louder even as she sat there slapping and fingering her cunt, something I personally loved seeing her do. The fact she was doing so in front of my sister, made it even hotter yet. But what was also making things hot, though I was struggling emotionally with the sense of it all, was the fact that I was extremely aroused, watching my own sister doing all this. I just couldn't tear myself away from standing there listening, and watching...so long as I didn't get caught. "God...I wish he was here now!" Diane groaned once more. "I need to feel that nice hard dick of his inside me!" Sandy moaned once more herself, and then almost too softly to hear, adding...

"I'd enjoy seeing that," she said almost in a whisper.

Diane laughed nervously. "I bet you would." I stepped back behind the wall once more as though the sound of my rapidly beating heart might be overheard somehow. "I knew you were standing outside the door the last time we were together," she then added. "Why didn't you just open the door then and peek in?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"I was too scared for one thing. What if he'd seen me, or heard me doing that? I'd never hear the end of it for one thing. But for another...Brian IS my brother after all, even though I'd just once...like to see someone actually doing it, and not just on some porn movie, you know...for real."

"What was this telling me?" I asked myself. "Was Sandy still a virgin?" It sure sounded like it. Though why on earth she wanted to watch her own brother fucking his girlfriend was beyond me. Still...

"Tell you what Sandy. Later this evening, when we're really going at it, go ahead and peek through the door, I'll make sure I've got his full attention. But that way, you can watch us a little at least, just don't make any noise, or we'll both have some explaining to do. I can't even begin to imagine what your brother would think if he was to find out you and I have been masturbating in front of one another for years now, or that we once..."

Sandy laughed. "Yeah, and only once too, just before the two of you started dating!" Sandy quipped. "I have to tell you Diane, in the beginning, I was actually jealous, and even a little mad at my own brother for interrupting things just when they were starting to get interesting!"

Now Diane laughed. "I know...aside from this, which I don't really consider as cheating, I just didn't feel right about getting involved with both of you. And I'm not too sure that Brian would have been too keen on the idea either. But I'll say this...if anything ever does happen that might break us up...you'll be the first one I'll come to for some comfort...if and when that should happen...believe you me!"

"Nah...you guys are too good together," Sandy commented. "Even though I am willing to admit, I am a teeny-weeny bit jealous. But as long as you're ok with doing this much...I'm ok too. And speaking of which...I'm so fucking close now, that I'd like to cum watching you cum. How about you? You ready to cum with me?" Sandy asked.

"Fuck yes!" Diane groaned, turning on the couch slightly, now facing my sister, though I still couldn't see her too clearly. Sandy had turned more directly as well, forcing me to step completely back behind the wall again outside the room, or she would most certainly catch movement, or perhaps even see me. I didn't dare risk looking inside the room again. But just hearing what was taking place, and now visualizing it inside my head, it was still horny as all get out.

"God I love watching the way you play with your pussy," Sandy spoke hotly, the lust evident in the tone of her voice.

"And I love watching you," Diane shot back. "I love watching you fuck yourself with that thing," she added. "Though I'm frankly surprised, you haven't gone out and 'officially' given your virginity away yet," she half teased.

"Haven't met the right guy yet," Sandy moaned softly, beginning to pant, changing the subject almost as quickly. "You ready? Because I certainly am!"

"Oh yeah...I am too baby...go ahead, cum for me...cum with me," Diane groaned loudly and audibly. "Because...oh fuck....here, I go!" She cried out, and then as I had heard her do several times in the past, Diane's high pitched little wail of unbridled delight suddenly filled the air. Along with...my sisters.

**

Though I had honestly been tempted to take out my own cock and jerk it off while standing there, I was too afraid to do so. It would be one thing getting caught spying on them, something I could possibly turn and use against them. But...getting caught with my dick out, in front of my own sister no less, was something else entirely. Using their own cries of delight to mask my retreat, I hurriedly, yet quietly made my way back up the stairs again. I slipped on my shoes, went out the back door, stood there for a moment collecting my breath, not to mention adjusting myself, and then came back inside the house again. Only this time, letting the back door slam behind me, just as it always did. And...I called out too.

"Diane? Sandy? You guys here?"

I no longer heard the sound of the TV being on, no surprise there. A quiet scuffle below as they no doubt hurried getting dressed again, or at least gathering their things together so they could dress. I then heard the padding of bare feet heading down the hallway towards my sister's room, and the sound of her door quietly closing as I stood there at the top of the stairs listening. Smiling to myself, I left the kitchen area, stepped back into the hallway and then headed up the stairs to my room, once again calling out. "Diane? Where are you?"

I then heard her calling out behind and below me of course. "Brian? You're home?" And then the sound of her own footsteps coming up the stairs. "I thought you had to work this evening!" She said sounding a bit out of breath, obviously startled and surprised, if not more than a bit shaken, but I passed it off as a nice pleasant surprise to find me coming home early. I met her at the bottom of the stairs, kissing her, holding her close...and yeah, smelling her arousal and heat, though I'm not sure she could tell I could do that. But there's no mistaking the funky, yummy stink of a woman's hot, horny arousal. It was simply...intoxicating to me.

"So...since I'm home, what would you like to do tonight?" I asked.

"What do you think?" She leered suggestively at me, even placing her hand down between my legs, a bit surprised to feel I wasn't entirely soft, not having yet grown flaccid after my too recent encounter with the two of them. "Feels like...you've got the same idea in mind that I do," she winked fondling me some more until I was rock-hard solid once again.

"Sounds like a plan," I told her, "a little later," I then added mouthing the word "Sandy". She frowned, but then nodded her head in acknowledgement of that.

"How about pizza and a movie?" She then asked. "And of course...some wine to go along with it. You know how Sandy gets after a couple of glasses of wine, she almost always falls asleep after she does that."

Which was true, she usually did. Though I couldn't help wondering as I quickly agreed to that, if the two of them hadn't already set something up after hearing their earlier conversation. And frankly...I was both curious, as well as a little turned on to realize that my own sister wanted to watch the two of us actually fucking.




Jealousy



"You order the pizza while I go upstairs and shower," I informed her. "And I'll even let the two of you order the movie too. Just make it something we'll all enjoy seeing together," I added. "No chick flicks."

"How about a chick flick with skin in it?" She asked. I laughed at that.

"Only IF there's enough skin worthwhile," I told her, and then scooted up to my room, and the bathroom where I proceeded to take a nice long relaxing shower, and let the two of them finish making whatever plans they might have had. By the time I came back down stairs again, the pizza had arrived, and there was an open bottle of wine with three glasses waiting for me to bring down stairs to the den with me. I had worn only my bathrobe, something I was prone to do whenever we were alone together like this, so being naked beneath it would be no real surprise. But I also knew, just knowing I was...would arouse and excite Diane even more than she already was, if that were even possible under the circumstances.

They were already watching a movie, one I had seen once before, but was pleased to see which one they had picked out, as it was one of those coming of age stories of three young people, two women and one man, all sharing a place together during the summer, and the eventual relationship, sexually speaking, that developed between all three of them. I found it to be an interesting choice, sat down...poured the wine, and began eating the pizza.

As she usually did, Sandy sat on the same couch I'd seen her laying down on earlier, with Diane and I sharing the slightly larger couch together, though sitting side by side as opposed to laying down like Sandy was. Midway through the movie, and after consuming two glasses of wine, Sandy was already looking as though she were about to fall asleep.

"Told you," Diane laughed quietly looking over at her, just as she allowed her hand to slip between the folds of my bathrobe, once again seeking out my now flaccid cock.

"What are you doing?" I asked, feigning shock at her boldness.

"What do you think I'm doing?" She continued whispering, the two of us once again glancing over towards my sister, who now appeared to be dozing, though she'd rolled over on her side, still facing us, it appeared she had in fact fallen asleep. Somehow...I knew she wasn't however, that she was actually faking it, and wondered then if this was how the two of them had finally decided to do this. By now, Diane was openly fondling my cock making it stiff and full once again as I pretended to nervously glance over towards Sandy while she did this. "Don't worry...she's asleep, told me earlier just how tired she was," Diane said trying to reassure me. "And besides...I think this is sort of naughty, don't you? Don't you find it exciting to be messing around a little with your sister in the same room we are?"

I answered that by extending my hand, finding her breast as I began kneading it beneath the tee shirt she had on. Quite expectedly, finding no bra to have to fight through while doing so. She had indeed obviously come prepared for this.

"That's what I thought," she sighed softly, and then leaned over, taking my cock inside her mouth, gumming my somewhat larger head, something she knew I damn well enjoyed whenever she did that to me, as sensitive as it was. I closed my own eyes, only partially, squinting, looking over at my sister, without appearing to actually be looking. Sure enough, she too was squinting, looking back at us now.

"Fuck!" I thought to myself. "This is a bit wicked...but is it really incest? No...how could it be? She's just curious...about "it" is all," I again assured myself. "It's not about me directly...not really," I said arguing with myself, seeking some assurance that my own arousal was because of Diane's mouth on my cock, and not on the fact it was my sister laying just a few feet away that was truly arousing me while she did that.

Yeah...right.

It wasn't long before Diane shifted positions there on the couch, suddenly climbing over to sit in my lap. She'd been wearing a short skirt, and I soon learned no panties as she reached down, guiding me up in between her legs.

"Don't worry...she's sound asleep," Diane professed once more. "And even if she does wake up, it's not like she doesn't know we're doing it. Chances are she'll just run off to bed, or if she doesn't then we will. But right now...I need you inside me," she said nipping at my ear as I felt her slick, soft, deliciously wet pussy engulf me. I once again closed my eyes, squinting...looking, and sure enough, saw Sandy doing the same thing I was, squinting back. Diane had bunched up her skirt just enough that I knew damn well Sandy could see her taking my cock as she slowly rose up and down my shaft, almost purposely. "Suck my tits," she then informed me, which I loved doing anyway, but I knew even as she said that, it was to ensure my attention was elsewhere, and not worried about my sister. I happily unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing, removed her bra, and after she'd wiggled out of that, began lapping away, and sucking her hard fat thick nipples. That was one of the few areas they were completely different in. Diane had dark tan, large areolas that covered a goodly portion of her rather large breasts. Sandy's in comparison, were a rosy red color, only half as large around perhaps, but a bit longer even, sticking up nice and hard as I so recently remembered seeing them as she lay there playing with one of them.

I sucked...looking over, carefully, and saw my sister's hand suddenly sneak down between her legs, though trying to appear as though she were simply sleeping like that, one hand tucked down comfortably, and innocently, though I knew damn good and well what she was doing to herself as she lay there.

Admittedly, I was damn fucking horny. And I was fairly confident that Sandy had a bird's eye-view as my cock slid in and out of her best friends, soaking wet cunt. The sounds of which I could easily hear myself as our tempo gradually intensified. At this point...I was way beyond caring, even if Sandy was to sit up and actually watch us...pointedly, not to mention doing anything else. Though the subtle movement of her hand confirmed that very fact as she continued to lay there, still squinting...still watching us.

I could feel my own orgasm build, knew I was only moments away from spewing a gallon of cum inside my girlfriend's cunt...and told her so. Something she loved hearing, which almost always triggered her own release.

"Fuck baby...I'm going to squirt in you," I told her, enjoying the sound of those words, just as she did. She loved hearing me tell her that, loved it when I said "squirt" with each and every ejaculate of my cock as it spurted deeply inside her.

"Yes baby, yes! Squirt in me! Fill my fucking cunt!" I began doing so, only then looking over at my sister again, eyes open...just as hers were. She now looking at me, the movement of her hand more than obvious between her legs, as was the look in her eyes as we locked eyes with one another, watching one another cum.

**

Though Diane spent the night with me, and though we had in fact made love again, she woke early in the morning, leaving before sun up. Needing to work that day, she also needed to go home, shower and change clothes. Though I sensed her leaving, I was far too out of it myself to fully wake up and say good-bye to her. Only waking when I heard the soft knock on my bedroom door, Sandy now peeking in at me as I in turn rolled over looking at her.

"You up? Or do you want to sleep for a bit yet?" She began. "Thought I'd ask...because I was getting hungry and wondered if I should fix something for you too."

I lay there looking at her, the memory of two things immediately coming to mind. One...watching her cum as I did. Two...hearing the soft faint click of my bedroom door opening the night before. And though I couldn't see her clearly, I could tell the door had been opened a crack. Once again, Sandy had stood for a time looking in on us while we fucked. That knowledge of her doing so, once again adding to my excitement and enjoyment, causing me to experience yet again another very intense and satisfying orgasm.

"Yeah, I'm hungry...but we need to talk first."

"About what?" She asked tentatively, though she did step further into my room. I sat up, keeping the sheets up over myself, especially as I was still nude. I patted a spot next to me however, inviting her over.

"Well...for one thing, about what you saw down in the den, and what I saw at the same time. And then again...last night. Obviously, I knew you were peeking in on us."

"Oh...that."

"Yeah, that. So...you want to talk about it?"

"What's to talk about?" I frowned at her, and then smiled. She smiled back, blushing. "Look Brian, it's no big deal. I was...I was just curious, that's all. And then...seeing the two of you, well...I got aroused, a little..." she said blushing even more than she had been.

"A little?" I chuckled trying not to laugh. "Looked to me like more than just a little!" Though who was I to talk? Laying here in bed, naked as the day I was born, my sexy hot little sister sitting next to me, in what was nothing more than a too tight tee shirt which she wore to bed, along with her panties, wasn't exactly un-sexy attire as she sat here next to me. I couldn't help but glance at her suddenly hard nipples, which hadn't been minutes ago. Each one now nicely firm and hard, poking against her white, wife beater tee shirt, which was making me harder now too.

And mine at the moment was even more noticeable than she was, as she glanced over my way, looking down at the sheet, seeing the all too obvious tent pole. I bent my knees slightly, trying to hide it...too late of course as she smiled.

"Looks to me like someone else is more than a little aroused too," she said feeling a bit more confident all of a sudden. "I'd have thought Diane had worked all that out of you last night the way you two were carrying on!"

"Yeah well...not quite obviously. But let's be honest here shall we? Just because you're my sister, doesn't mean I can't get humanly aroused...especially with you sitting there the way you are," I said nodding at her chest as she looked down at herself, seeing what I was. She wasn't exactly blushing, her face still a bit red, but a different kind of red, in a different way. Especially the way she was now looking at me. Flushed...heated. Yeah, definitely aroused. Just as I was. She was smiling however.

"So...what you're telling me is...little sister turns you on?"

Now it was my turn to blush. "That's not exactly what I was...what I was trying to say," Sandy giggled, and then reached down suddenly lifting her tee shirt up and over her head.

"So tell me, what was it you were trying to say then? That you weren't getting aroused looking at these?"

I know my mouth was open, because I closed it, unable to find enough moisture inside my mouth to find words. The fact I was now staring at my own sister's ripe, luscious tits had stolen my sanity for a moment as I tried to make myself register what I was actually looking at. What I said was..."Fuck Sandy...those are nice!"

Now she did laugh, and shook her chest at me, making them wobble and bounce about considerably. But she didn't let it go there either. Suddenly, she spun around on the bed, pouncing on me, or rather on my lap. Thank god the sheet was between us. Even then, I felt her groin suddenly pressing down against my very firm cock.

"You think so huh?" She laughed again, once again wobbling her boobs in front of me, though making it worse as I felt her likewise press down even more firmly against my shaft too. I wasn't sure she was doing it on purpose...but how could she not? If I could feel it...she had to have felt it as well.

"Sandy..." I tried. Only now she was looking down, looking at where she pressed against me, where her panty covered cunt rested firmly and precisely against my sheet covered prick. Which by the way, was now showing a bit of a darker spot where the two of us met.

"Jesus Brian! You're fucking hard!" She exclaimed. She then looked up at me, and simply said..."I want to see it!"

"Sandy..." I tried once more, but she continued, heading me off, knowing damn good and well what I was trying to do here.

"Oh come on Brian...show me. Don't weird out just because I'm your little sister. It's not like we haven't, well...sort of, seen one another before. Which reminds me...you really do owe me one! So come on, quit being so damn shy and all big brothery on me."

I knew of course what she was talking about. It was weeks before she let me off the hook because of it. But she was forgetting one thing. She'd already gotten even with me for that one...a long time ago. Obviously, she'd forgotten.

"We're already even," I reminded her. "Remember? You walked in on me a couple of weeks after I caught you bare-assed out in the hallway?"

"That didn't count."

"What do you mean that didn't count?" I asked incredulously.

"I didn't actually see anything, not really. Sure...I knew what you were doing, but you covered up so fast...I didn't actually see it."

"Well...you certainly saw it yesterday while it was going in and out of Diane," I now added.

She chuckled. "Not totally, only partially. I mean I saw you at an angle yes, so some of it, just not...well, not it...it!"

"It, it?"

She was getting exasperated with me, though I was doing so on purpose, still trying to worm out of this situation if I could, which didn't look as though I were really going to.

"I'll let you touch my tits if you'll let me see it."

They were only a few inches away from my face as it was, her comment redirecting my gaze back at them as though a magnet. God she had nice looking tits, and though like I said, almost the exact same size and shape as Diane's, for some oddball reason, they were even more alluring, more arousing to me. Perhaps that forbidden fruit thing. Though in this case, two fruits. Nice ripe full ones that I was in fact dying to touch, if not actually bite on and chew.

"Jesus," I said instead, feeling my cock throb at even thinking along those lines...not to mention an additional press of my sister's now soaking pussy still pressing against it, even between the sheet. That small little spot had grown considerably from both sides. Obviously, she was adding a bit of her own arousal to the situation just as much as I was.

Almost before I knew what I was doing, I reached up, one hand suddenly surrounding each one of my own sister's breasts! Her eyes lit up, opening wide as she sighed upon feeling that, and then closed almost as quickly as she sighed again, this time grinding herself against me a bit more purposely and fully. I was soooooo tempted to suck on one of her tits, nearly doing so, but then catching myself, actually letting go of her breasts.

"Ok, ok...before I do something even worse than I already have," I said rolling, forcing her to roll with me, effectively dumping her off me. I then slid out on my side of the bed, standing up...literally and figuratively speaking as Sandy now lay there on my bed looking up at me. I figured the two or three second look was good enough, and began heading off towards the bathroom.

"Hey! Where are you going?" She asked scrambling out of bed, actually chasing me. "I'm not done looking...yet!" She exclaimed in no uncertain terms.

"I gotta pee!" I said lamely.

"Ah huh...what you want to do...is jerk off don't you?" She accused me instead.

I actually wanted...no, needed...to do just that. But I wasn't about to tell her that either.

"Seriously sis...I need to pee, bad! And if you don't let me...then, well...let's just say things will get a bit messy here in about two seconds."

"I like messy. In fact...I want to see you do just that Brian. Make it messy. Let me watch you."

"Watch me pee?" I laughed. "Yeah...right."

"No...well maybe that too yes in fact. But no...I want to watch you...jerk off."

I had made it as far as the door, now standing there sideways looking at her. Looking at her as she reached up cupping her magnificent breasts, fingering her nipples. "Wouldn't you enjoy jerking off, looking at me? Looking at me while I masturbated for you?" She asked, one hand now slithering down her tummy, my eyes once again glued as she slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her panties. There was no mistaking where it had gone either, nor when she pulled it back up and out, holding those same fingers beneath my nose for a moment before sliding them across my open lips. I was too stunned to initially react to that. The smell of her...the hot, horny fragrance of my own sister, not to mention the all too brief, tantalizing taste of her as she gave my palate something to think about.

"You're serious."

"Very," she said now bending over, easing her panties down her nicely toned legs. It was the first time I had actually seen my sister's pussy up close and personal. Unlike Diane's, Sandy still had a small neatly trimmed little tuft of hair just above her mons, which pointed down towards her swollen puffy lips like a neon sign. She stood there, now spreading herself, running her fingers up her furrow, her fingers showing a glimmer of liquid moisture clinging to them as she brought them back up to her mouth once again. Licking them off. "Please?" She added.

"Oh fuck!" I said. I was too far gone to argue any more, let alone think about what I was about to do for her...with her. "After I pee," I said not really sure that I could now...especially when she followed me into the bathroom. Obviously, Sandy wasn't letting me out of her sight. "In the shower," I then amended. Somehow, doing that in the shower, even with her there, didn't seem quite as bad as it would have otherwise. Don't ask me why...it just didn't. And besides, I'd been masturbating in the shower for years while thinking about my own sister. It just seemed suddenly appropriate.

**

Standing in the shower with my own sister was a bit unnerving for me, but arousing too. It couldn't be helped. As much as I knew, and felt like this was wrong, just the sight of her standing there before me was enough to chase away those rational thoughts. Especially as she stood there smiling at me, fingering her luscious slit, toying with those amazingly hard nipples of hers. And her eyes locked on my purple, swollen cock the entire time as I stood there next to her stroking it.

"Fuck you're hard!" She said again for about the umpteenth time. "Doesn't it hurt? Ache?" She asked only then looking up into my eyes, an actual look of concern crossing her face. I laughed.

"Only if I leave it this way," I told her already feeling that tingling sensation down inside my balls telling me that when I did come...it was going to be a BIG one.

She smiled back. "Promise to tell me when you're about to," she stated. "I've been so looking forward to seeing this." Once again she made me laugh, nervously. Standing here fisting and stroking my own cock in front of my sister was once again so totally out of the norm for me. And yet...I had stood here in this very spot fantasizing about doing just this on numerous occasions.

She was making it easier for me though, touching herself so intimately as well. I so wanted to reach out and touch her. And maybe she sensed that, or saw it in my eyes or something though I'd made no move, nor indication to her that I wanted to do that. 

"I'd love it if you'd touch my tits," she informed me, sighing audibly just at the thought of me doing so perhaps.

I didn't even hesitate. It was as though my hands had a mind of their own. I reached out with my left hand immediately fondling and toying with her available breast, though she continued to toy with the other one herself, moaning and sighing pleasurably as I did so. I fingered her nipple, likewise fingering the head of my own dick in much the same way, bringing pleasure to myself. It was like synchronized nipple-dickhead fondling, one becoming the other in a way, my own fingers doing to each, intensifying the pleasure. I don't know why it feels that way. It just does. Flipping that nipple of hers, rubbing and teasing it, sent additional shivers of delight down my shaft, causing my balls to tingle even more than they had been.




Jealousy



"So...did you enjoy watching Diane and I masturbating in front of one another?" She suddenly asked out of the blue.

"You...you knew I was there?" I asked totally taken by surprise.

"Not at first...but then I caught your reflection in the TV, or movement rather. And then I waited...looking at the TV again, but not at the movie that was on. And sure enough, when the reflection of you standing there just behind the door alerted me that you were...well, let's just say that got me really horny. Knowing you were now watching us."

"More you than Diane," I now finally admitted. "I really couldn't see her," but then I asked as it suddenly dawned on me. "Did...did she know?"

Sandy nodded her head. "But only after you'd already left. Then I told her you had been yes."

"What did she say?" I asked incredulously, though my hands...still with a mind of their own hadn't stopped even for a second, still cupping and molesting my sister's breast.

"She wondered why you didn't just come in...and join us," she laughed.

"She did? Really?"

"Yes...really. And...she asked me to ask you something after she realized you had been."

"What?"

"She wondered...if you'd be jealous, or get upset...if we were too, well...if we were to do more than just watch one another finger-fucking ourselves," she said using the more decadent term, knowing that hearing her talk "dirty" was arousing to me. Which it was of course. The image she painted when saying that, relaying that precise moment back inside my head.

"You mean..."

"Yeah...actually touching, licking. We did once before, a long time ago. Just before you and Diane started getting serious. But never since then. She didn't want to cheat on you, not even with another girl...with me."

I laughed feeling a little stupid. "Oh, and this isn't?" I said only then taking my hand away, though I swear it was mad at me when I did that. She reached out, grabbed my hand however, and put it immediately back on her breast.

"Not really. I mean come on Brian, you and I aren't really doing anything...no more than what Diane and I were doing. Watching one another masturbate. You weren't upset by that now were you?"

"No."

"Well then."

"Listen Sis...this. This is a whole lot different than that. You two are friends, close friends, girl friends. And I don't exactly feel threatened by that." I chuckled looking at her as she frowned at me. "Ok, maybe just a little. But not really in a jealous way. And not really threatened either as I think about it. More like curious...aroused at the thought of it, you know?"

"So you're saying..."

"It wouldn't bother me if you two did. How's that? I mean...yes, it would bother me, in a good way. Like wanting to see that, watch that."

Sandy laughed. "She said you'd probably say that too. Though I agreed with her knowing you. So you're saying you'd be ok with the two of us licking one another out? You know...sucking one another's cunts? Rubbing our pussies together? Stuff like that?"

"Oh fuck! Sandra! Stop it!" I said using her more formal name, which I'd always done whenever she was badgering me at one time or another. Though this wasn't exactly like that, but I was trying to get my point across. "You keep talking like that..."

"What? It'll make you come?"

"Yes!" I said simply, and then paused thinking. "Would...well, would you two let me watch that then?"

"Maybe the second time."

I looked at her, bewildered.

"It's been a while Brian. A long while. We talked about it, even before yesterday. If the time ever came again, we'd sort of like that moment, that first time to be between us. Keep it a little special since it has been. You wouldn't be too terribly upset by that now would you? Jealous that we'd want that?"

I thought about it. Though my sister's nipple was already telling me that I wouldn't be.

"No. I can understand that. But then after that? The next time you two would?" I asked feeling a bit more weak in the knees.

"Guaranteed," Sandy grinned now winking. "It would be hot...having you there, watching us, working this fucking hard cock of yours while the two of us suck one another's cunts!"

"Oh fuck...Sandy!" I groaned loudly. 

She grinned...looking down at my dick. "So...you gonna?"

I could only nod my head, looking down, already my balls tightening in anticipation of release. The clenching, spasmodic throb of that first powerful jettison of my spunk already making its presence known.

"Now?" She asked again. I just looked at her, the answer obvious. And then she reached out, grabbing my cock. I think I screamed her name. I'm not actually sure about that. But I stood there looking down, looking down at my own sister's hand as she clasped, now pumping my prick as geyser after geyser of white sticky cum-cream spewed from my dick, lurching, splashing all over her as she stood there giggling excitedly, pumping me off against her. When she had finally squeezed out every drop of my essence that she could, she then let me go. She began smearing my semen all over her body as though using it as body wash as I stood there with disbelief in my eyes, watching her. Realizing, my sister had just jerked her own brother off.

"There, that wasn't so bad now was it? So now...how about you finish doing me?"

My hand was inside her pussy even before I had a chance to think about it. I knew I'd be having a long conversation with my hand later. But right now...all I could think about was bringing my sister the same kind of pleasure she had just given me.

**

After we had dried off and collected ourselves, we went down stairs to fix breakfast. Both starving at this point.

"So, what's on your agenda for today? I asked. For myself, I had an early shift at the bookstore, from one to five, putting me home again sometime around six. I knew that Diane was planning on coming over again this evening, but I wasn't sure when.

"Mostly laundry, some house cleaning," she replied. "Which reminds me...strip the sheets off your bed if you would for me please. I can only imagine all the cooties you've left there...you and Diane," she laughed.

Though Sandy didn't work, it was by agreement between her and my folks. Wanting her to get the first year of college under her belt and work on her studies, mom and dad helped support her, the same way they had done for me my first year in school. In exchange for that, Sandy took care of the laundry and some light cleaning, along with helping out with dinners and the like.

"Speaking of Diane. What time is she coming over today?" I asked inquisitively ignoring her comment, and not trying or attempting to suggest anything, though Sandy of course immediately took it that way.

"She gets off around two. And with luck, I'll be getting off around three," she grinned wickedly.

"So you're going to talk to her then...about what I said?"

"That...and about what you and I did in the shower this morning," she grinned even more broadly.

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Sandra..."

"Quit being a worry wart Brian. She'll be cool with that, trust me. Not like we haven't discussed you before. Or the fact that she knows I've always been curious about what you looked like, and especially what you would look like when you squirted for me. I've always been fascinated by that. So I'm sure as hell going to tell her I finally got to watch you do it."

"You did a lot more than just watch," I reminded her.

"I wouldn't call that a lot Brian," she smiled. "I barely touched it when you started squirting all over me."

I was getting hard again.

"Well, I need to get dressed, and then get ready to head off to work," I said excusing myself, standing up, though my boxers did little if anything to hide the fact I was once more aroused. Sandy didn't miss seeing that either.

"Try and save some of that for later. I know Diane will be wanting...and needing that by the time you get home. I think...no, in fact...I know, she'll be damn fucking horny by the time you arrive, so don't be too surprised if she's already naked and waiting for you," she added.

My dick was even harder now, but it seemed pointless trying to hide it. She was still looking down at it too as it suddenly popped through the opening of my shorts.

"Well...hello," she giggled. "Somebody wants to come out to play!" She took a step towards me, but I turned heading away from her.

"You're insatiable, you know that?"

"Tell it to my pussy," she grinned. "Though I'm sure Diane will once she hears about all this, and that you basically gave us permission to suck cunts."

"God, Sandra!" I exclaimed in exasperation, and then turned before I simply walked over and shoved my dick in my sister's mouth. Tempted as I was.

I listened to her laughter all the way up the stairs as I headed towards my bedroom. Visions of the two of them together now filling my head, which I was pretty sure they would be doing after Diane arrived.

I smiled at the thought of that. Maybe they really would be naked when I came home today.

**

My head and thoughts weren't at work. All I could think about, all I could imagine was the two of them together. Two peas in a pod. Or in this case, a pussy pod. Twice I had had to remove things I'd stocked as I had stocked things incorrectly. Luckily I still had the presence of mind to realize that, and went back to check what I'd done, correcting my mistakes. My shift couldn't end fast enough. Images of the two of them locked in a naughty, arousing...wicked embrace, lapping away at one another's cunts, had left me with another almost painful erection. One I was again cognoscente of, making sure I stood behind the counter while helping to check out customers without being seen.

Even during the drive home I was half tempted to take my dick out, just so it would have room to stand without being so miserably confined. Twice I had to tell my hand no. We really did need to talk at some point. But now was not the time. My hand would win the argument.

I was pleased as I turned the corner on our street to see Diane's car, this time parked out in front as I pulled into the drive. And having done so, I of course entered in through the back way, letting my presence be known as the back door slammed shut behind me upon entering. Even then...I heard nothing, no voices, no laughter, no TV. Just total and complete silence.

"Sandy? Diane?" I called out walking over to the stairwell, listening. Once again however, no sounds could be heard. I turned intending to check out the living room, but there was nothing there either. "Maybe they went for a walk or something," I thought to myself, though the absurdity of that was obvious. I then headed towards the stairs intending to head up to my own room and change, which is when I looked up and saw the two of them standing together...naked. Looking down and smiling at me.

"We've been waiting for you," Diane said.

"Yeah. We decided to wait," Sandy added.

"Wait?"

"Yeah...wait. Now, hurry up...we're both fucking horny as hell, thinking about it. Having you be with us, watch us...the first time we actually go down on one another again after all this time.

This time my feet did all the thinking. Taking the stairs two at a time until I had reached them, kissing them both. And not just a quick little brotherly kiss on Sandra either. I actually kissed her smack on the mouth, which surprised her a little maybe. As well as Diane when I did that.

"Wow!" Sandy said stepping back. "Now that...was worth waiting for!"

I now followed my two luscious tarts into my room. Sandy had indeed changed the sheets on my bed, nice crisp clean sheets, which with luck, would soon have a whole new batch of Diane-Sandy-Brian cooties on them if I had anything to say about it.

Once again they stood together, waiting on me as I began taking off my clothes, now well aware that I was about to be treated to something very, very special. And as they did that, I was again reminded of just how much they looked alike in so many ways. Aside from Diane's bare pussy, and the small neatly trimmed tuft of hair just above my sister's cunt. That...and the difference in color of their respective nipples, they really could have passed for sisters. Even their hairstyles were very similar.

I could see why the guys had occasionally teased me about that. If they only knew now.

I think my cock was smiling at me when I finished undressing. It certainly felt like it anyway. Glad to be finally free again for one thing, but now looking forward to watching what I felt like was going to be a very erotic and sensual moment...for all of us. I stood there watching the two of them as they crawled into my nice clean bed. I almost felt like maybe I shouldn't be here for this, for this first one.

Almost I said.

"Come over here," Sandy said patting the bed. "Lay beside us...watch us, nice and close," she added, and then lay back as Diane winked at me, spreading my sister's legs, and proceeded to start tonguing and licking her from the head down, kissing her rather passionately first, before she slowly began doing that. Once she had vacated my sister's tits, and began leaving a trail of kisses and tongue licks a bit further down, Sandy invited me to allow my hands to come out and play. Which they were both eager to do obviously. I now lay beside my own sister, cupping and caressing her breasts, watching Diane...OUR girlfriend as she now began to probe at my sister's pussy with her tongue. Sandy, legs spread, bent at the knee, offering herself, making herself even more open and vulnerable to my girlfriend's talented tongue.

"Oh fuck Diane...I have been waiting to feel this for so...damn...long!" She moaned as Diane looked up, smiling, though her tongue was still busy, flicking and lapping away at my sister's cunt.

Sandra reached over, wrapping her fist around my cock, mostly just holding it. Which was now fine with me. Especially as Diane looked up, watching her do that...once again grinning, though still licking, quite nosily in fact now. Sandy was getting wet.

I watched mesmerized for what seemed like an eternity. Lightly, and softly caressing my sister's breasts all the while. "Oh god Brian...she's going to make me cum. And hard too!" She added, now looking at me, looking into my eyes. She had her "fuck-face" on too. You know the one, the one that you're embarrassed to let anyone else see. But she was looking at me with that face, her eyes burrowing into mine. "Watch me come Brian. Watch me...watch me while Diane sucks my clit, eats my cunt...fingers my pussy. Watch me Brian...watch me!" She cried out suddenly.

I was watching. I was seeing the most beautiful, sensual, erotic thing I had ever seen or witnessed in my entire life. My beautiful sister's face, all screwed up in pleasure, eyes open no less, locked on mine, and mine locked on hers...peering into the depths of her soul as she came, as she cried out, literally screaming as she did. But never once, did she close her eyes either, as hard and as nearly impossible as it was for anyone to actually do that in the throes of total and complete ecstasy, like she was. And yet...she somehow managed it. 

I didn't even know for a moment, or realize it. But I was too. Only when I sensed, and then saw the white sticky cream clinging to her breasts did it dawn on me that I had actually joined her, came with her at that same exact moment. I don't even remember her hand doing anything to me, except just holding me. Obviously...it had been enough.

When at last super-sensitivity demanded that Diane remove her mouth from my sister's pussy, did she once again crawl up towards the two of us. But not before licking up the tracers of spunk that I'd left criss-crossing my sister's chest and breasts. She met us there then after that, the three of us kissing, sharing kisses, kissing one another back and forth. Me kissing Diane, and then Sandy, just as passionately and as provocatively as they lay kissing one another.

"My turn!" Sandy exclaimed after a bit, rolling Diane over onto her back as I once again assumed the exact same position against her. I now watched as my sister proceeded to drive Diane just as wild, just as crazy as she'd done to her moments ago.

That was erotic too. Though perhaps not in quite the same way as I'd experienced with Sandy. But I was a bit less aroused, though my prick at least bobbed it's satisfied head in acknowledgement of that, especially when Diane climaxed. And where we once again shared several long passionate kisses together after that.

I found that almost more fun than the rest of it.

Almost I said.

**

"What time is it?" Sandy asked a short time later, rolling over onto her side in order to glance at the clock on my nightstand.

"Why?" I asked looking as well, it was almost seven at this point.

"Because the pizza should be here anytime now," she answered in response to that. "I told them I'd leave them a nice tip if they delivered it around seven."

"Pizza? Again?" I asked. And though I enjoyed pizza, I wasn't all that crazy about eating it two nights in a row here.

"Yeah...again," she said rolling out of bed, just as Diane did. "And then after that...after we eat, after you've...well, built up a bit more stamina again. It'll be your turn."

"My...my turn?" I said looking at her, looking at Diane. The two of them standing there grinning from ear to ear. My twin horny pussy pod peas.

And then the doorbell rang. They grinned, laughing, racing down stairs as I shouted out after them. "Are you two crazy? You're still naked!"

"Yeah...we know. Promised we've give the delivery guy a really...really big tip!" Sandy shouted back. I walked over to the window looking down. I laughed. Someone was in for a big surprise, that's for sure. The delivery guy...was a girl. I raced out of my bedroom, reaching the stairs as they opened the door. I had to see this, see the surprised looks on everyone's faces...if I could.

"Oh..." Sandy said almost immediately. I could only imagine. But then I heard the delivery girl speak on her side of the door.

There was a smile in her voice when she did. "And to think that something like this would probably never happen to me!" She had stated, and then added..."that'll be twenty-two fifty."

"Ah...come in, let me get my wallet," Sandy said stepping back, as did Diane, as the cute little blonde in the Pizza delivery uniform stepped into the house, handing off the two large pizza's to Diane, drinking her in as she did so. And then she caught me standing there on the stairway looking down at the three of them. Likewise nude, and likewise aroused again.

"Damn...even better," she smiled. "I don't suppose..."

"Maybe...another time," Sandy said walking over, handing her the money, though she then leaned forward kissing the woman on the cheek as she did that, careful to allow one of her breasts to just brush against the front of hers.

"I hope so..." she said looking at the two of them, and then once again towards me, smiling, shaking her head, and reluctantly stepping back out through door. Sandy closed it, turned looking up towards me.

"Don't even think about it," she said, to which Diane agreed just as quickly. "You'll have your hands full with the two of us, let alone three." 

I knew then, this was going to be a long and enjoyable night.

**

I picked up the pizza from the kitchen table and followed the girls downstairs to the den. Diane had stopped long enough to remove a pitcher of margaritas from the refrigerator. The problem with that was, I didn't have much of a tolerance for hard alcohol. Any more than two drinks and I'd be dealing with the bed spins. An experience I wasn't too keen on allowing again. The downside was, after two drinks...when the buzz wore off that I did have, I got tired, really...really tired, especially after having a nice hard climax. Which I'd had.




Jealousy



"Two drinks...no more than that," I warned them both as Diane poured, and as Sandy divvied up the pizza.

"Party pooper," Sandy teased me.

I just shook my head, trying to ignore her for the moment, which wasn't easy. After all, all three of us were still naked, and I was starting to become aroused again, with the help of the tequila. The one upside to drinking it for me. 

But...I was also thinking sort of anyway...rationally again too. Thinking with my head, and not my dick...though that could change any moment. As I sat there admiring the two of them, their similarities and differences, I managed to convince myself that so far at least, Sandy and I hadn't really done too much of anything. Which made it easier for me to accept perhaps, with her being my sister and all. Aside from a little touching, we hadn't done much of anything else. Though I had indeed probed my sister's pussy with my fingers, I hadn't done so for very long. Nor had she really done much with me either. Barely a hand job, if you could even call it that in the shower, and then holding onto it while she came. Though I had as well. Even then, there wasn't a whole lot going on as she did that. Everything else was pretty much between the two of them, and that I rationalized...I could live with. I wasn't sure I could live with or accept too much of anything else.

The "Your turn next thing," had excited me, but it had worried me too. Having Sandy watch Diane and I was no longer any hindrance to me. I could easily handle that well enough. But doing much more than what the two of us had done, wasn't something I was quite so willing to allow myself to think on, let alone do just yet.

Still struggling with that while I had sense enough to before my dick took over my thinking, Diane then announced it was time for me to be inside her "Hot wet pussy," as she called it. I'd been looking forward to that myself. When she positioned herself down on the floor, on all fours as it were, I knew how she wanted it. One of my favorites as well. Good old doggy. But there was to be one slight variation on that particular theme as it turned out. I watched as my own sister then slid up under and beneath her.

"Come on Brian...you fuck it, while I lick it," she told me.

However my thoughts were..."Which it...are you planning on licking?"

The other problem was, my dick had taken over my thinking. Smiling, I saddled up behind Diane, placing my prick at the opening of her wet glistening slit, teasing her, toying with her, just as Sandy was doing to her with her tongue.

"Put it in already damn it! And fuck me! I need you to fuck me, and especially with her sucking my friggin clit!"

I slid in and out of that slippery tight fuck tunnel of Diane's, enjoying the sensation, though well aware of the fact my sister's tongue was somewhere in the mix as well. I tried not to think about it, though occasionally sensing...and yeah, perhaps feeling, when she'd accidentally on purpose, maybe give it a lick or two while it was going in and out down there. Hard to say...but with my mind buzzing from the booze, and my dick happy as a clam (or inside one as they say) I wasn't playing with a full deck at the time either.

And then when Diane climaxed, once again screaming out at almost the top of her lungs, that did it for me as well. I shoved, held...felt the first delicious spurts of my own copious release filling her cunt. Afterwards, collapsing back, drained, exhausted...spent. And my sister, now licking the remnants of our mutual spending out of Diane's pussy.

I didn't want to think about it. Rationalization, and sleep...overcoming me.

"That's it...I'm done. I warned you two about the booze. Booze and orgasms don't mix for me. I'm headed to bed!"

On still unsteady legs, I managed to stand. Though pleased contentment still showed in Diane's eyes...Sandy's still held a look of lust and desire. I could only laugh looking down at the two of them.

"Have fun," I said honestly, which I knew they would...just managing to stagger back up to my bedroom, collapsing into bed without even pulling the sheets up. I was sound asleep within minutes.

**

The next thing I knew, was the sensation of a warm mouth engulfing my cock. I moaned, still half asleep, though the pleasantness of it was stirring me. "Diane," I moaned once more partially awake now, hearing her mouthing me, slurping away. My cock rapidly hardening again, the effects of the booze now having worn off well enough, along with a little sleep anyway, that I was becoming aroused once again. And then she slithered up and over towards my face. Diane knew damn good and well just how much I loved eating her, a bit jealous of my sister that she had been doing so earlier, and I hadn't. It was now time to make up for that, which I was getting ready to do when I saw my bedroom door open. And not just a crack this time either. I smiled inwardly. Sandy, the one with obvious voyeuristic tendencies as I'd come to realize them...and me. Me, with the equally obvious exhibitionistic ones perhaps. I really enjoyed, and was getting off, on Sandy's watching me lately.

"You might as well come in, sit down on the bed, and enjoy yourself," I told my sister as Diane moved up over my face. Though the room was dark, there was just a fraction of moonlight coming in through the window that you could just barely see well enough by. I looked up, just moments before that gorgeous bare pussy of Diane's descended down over my face. Hands already reaching up to attach themselves to her equally beautiful breasts. My tongue already dancing on the floor of her swollen hard little clit. I felt the bed press down beside me, smiling as Sandy no doubt sat looking on. Diane now leaning back, her hand finding me, holding me and playing with me as I continued to assault her sweet cunt.

And then I felt another hand. Sandy's hand, wrapping itself around my dick, stroking me...jerking me. I shuddered at the delightful touch, fighting emotionally with myself. I mean, it wasn't as though she hadn't already done that. Or that I had in fact fingered her as well. But I knew that if things continued the way they seemed to be, a lot more than that could easily happen. All she had to do was lean over in fact...and suck me into her mouth. It was time to remove that temptation.

"I need to fuck you," I said into Diane's cunt, almost regretfully as I told her that, though she quickly moved up and off my face, sliding down, her pussy immediately gathering me, her lips surrounding, measuring, and then she leaned up, down...and I was again inside her.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned, moving on me...me moving inside her, faster and faster until I thought the bed might collapse, the sound of the headboard already banging against the wall as our coupling intensified. And then she came...crying out, screaming. Only it wasn't Diane's cry of ecstasy that I heard and was so familiar with...but Sandy's! I felt my cock lurch however, spewing it's precious load deep inside her pussy, bathing her over and over again with its forceful release.

We soon after collapsed against one another, chests heaving, breath trying to be restored as the light on my nightstand finally came on. Diane sitting next to us, having done so.

"Well? Was it as good as you thought it would be?" She asked actually smiling, I even think there was a tear in her eye as she said that, as she reached out and gently caressed Sandy's arm, and then mine.

"Better than I ever imagined it would be," Sandy answered back, and then leaned forward, kissing me, kissing my lips which had tried to form words, as I finally escaped, sitting up, forcing her to do so as well. I looked down at her pussy. The hair gone, looking over at Diane now as she tried holding back a giggle.

"We didn't know how long it would fool you, but we hoped that it might, at least long enough...which it obviously did," she announced.

"I just fucked..."

"Your sister," Diane answered for me. "And it was hot watching it too!" She then added.

"You're ok? You're not..."

"Jealous? No. Why would I be? I love you, I love your sister. And I know she loves us both equally as much. There's no room for jealousy here. None at all. The only issue for you the way I see it, is in accepting that. Accepting the fact that your sister needs you in much the same way that I do. And if I'm ok with that...what about you? You ok with sharing your sister with me too?"

I was dumbfounded, once again looking at Sandy.

"You're...you're ok with all this? Really? This is what you want?"

"What do you want Brian?" She asked pointedly. "I know what I want...especially now, especially after all this. I want you both, as often as we can manage it. I want this cock inside me, and I want to be able to do that whenever I feel like it. And I likewise want Diane to feel the same way too. No jealousy between us. So the only question is...how do you feel about fucking your own sister?"

This time I thought with my real head, as I leaned forward, placing my lips on my sister's lips, kissing her, and gently rolling her over onto her back. I once again felt the head of my dick part the supple folds of her cum drenched pussy, and drove it home.

End



Jealousy



Thurina Quails could see her mother's house up over the hill and she felt that familiar, cold fear in the pit of her stomach. She wished that just once she could find a reasonable excuse to miss a family holiday like this but nothing ever worked. It wasn't as if she could say she was in a relationship. Her mother could fucking sense that she was single and there was nothing she could do about it. Worse, she couldn't feign sick or anything. Even if she could figure out a way to get out of it, she would feel awful thinking about Zoe and Cynthia there, with not buffer zone between themselves and the bitch.

God she hated to think about her mother that way, but there really wasn't any way around it. It was a fact of life, she hated her mother and she had for as long as she could remember. And the tension in the house wasn't getting any better now that Zoe, her twin sister, had gone off and "married" her lesbian lover Cynthia. Agatha Quails was not in the least bit open-minded about sexuality, let alone "alternate" sexuality and her icy demeanor had ruined the last two thanksgivings and three Christmases.

Not, Thurina had to admit, that she was much better with Cynthia. She felt very strange about the idea that her identical twin sister was a lesbian. She tried hard not to imagine Cynthia's hands on her sister's face, her breasts, her pussy... The images were just too strange to accept. But there was a darker part of her feelings as well. She couldn't shake the feeling that part of her was jealous of her happy, unsuccessful twin sister. At least she had love. It wasn't much of a consolation to Thurina that she had money and success. Her sister was...happy.

She pulled her car into her mother's driveway and saw the foreboding house looming over her. It was her childhood home, but it was far from a happy place in her memories. She felt like she could feel her mother's withering gaze shooting out of every window and was embarrassed that her heart was beating more quickly and that she felt like she was having a hard time catching her breath. She felt almost like she was about to panic when another car pulled in next to her in the driveway. She looked over into the passenger's side of the small, Ford Fiesta that pulled up next to her and was unsurprised to see herself staring back at her.

Thurina and Zoe were both gorgeous girls. People always told them they looked like their late father's sisters. They were relatively small at 5'4 105lbs, although the weight was starting to get harder to maintain as they were now 25 years old. They both had long, blonde hair and green cat's eyes. Their bodies were very slender, with small 32-A breasts. Their legs were long and thin, running up from their small toes and tiny feet to large, round asses that were a bit wider than their chests. They had bright cheerful faces but their large, sad eyes gave away an unpleasant childhood. In short, they looked tragically beautiful. Her sister waved to her as they both opened their doors.

Cynthia Quails-Shanahan was also climbing out of Fiesta. She was no high school cheerleader beauty like her wife and her wife's sister but she was gorgeous in a different way. She was both younger and smaller than the twins at 21 years old and 5'1, 95lbs. She had dark, olive colored skin and incredibly long, thick black hair, her ancestry appeared to be Greek. Her build was very petite, but unlike her wife, she was a bit curvy with flaring hips and large, 30-C breasts. She had an easy charm about her that attracted people of all ages and sexes, but her was deeply in love with her wife. Soon all three women were standing in the gravel driveway, feeling awkward.

"Hey Thurina," Zoe said, walking over to her sister and putting her arms around her in a big, honest hug.

"Hey sis," Thurina replied, holding on to her sister. They were both nervous. Of course, as usual Cynthia was completely oblivious to any discomfort that the twins might be feeling.

"Wow Thurina! It is so good to see you," She said, circling around the car and putting her arms around her wife's sister. Thurina felt Cynthia's large, soft breasts against her body and could smell Cynthia's perfume. She felt a head rush and was unsure about what it meant, but she had to act like nothing was wrong.

"Good to see you too Cynthia," she said smiling. They all turned now and looked at the house, "I guess I am as ready as I am going to get."

"I guess so," Zoe said and they all moved up to the front porch. Thurina had hoped to get there before her sister, to warm her mother up a bit but now they were all going to get in at the same time. That was probably a bad omen. By the time they reached the door Agatha was already there.

"Hello," she said coldly, looking out from her screen door. Her mouth was pursed and her dark, black eyes seemed to be staring past the girls. Before anyone could speak, Agatha had already turned around and walked into the house. Thurina turned to her sister and shrugged.

"I guess I will go talk to her for a little, you know how she is," Thurina said and Zoe nodded. Cynthia put her arms around her wife to console her and Thurina felt a sudden wave of desire. She wanted that. She wanted someone to put their arms around her and make her feel better. She was a bit afraid to admit that when she pictured someone doing that, it was Cynthia.

They went into the house and Cynthia and Zoe sat down on the couch. Thurina moved into the kitchen and found her mother there, sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee. She didn't look up as her daughter entered the room.

"Hey mom," she said.

"Hello Thurina," Agatha said. She was pretty much the only person who had ever been able to tell the girls apart. When they were in school they had often switched classes so they could take turns ditching and no one had ever discovered them, not even their close friends. Only Agatha could tell the difference.

"Come sit with us," Thurina said, trying hard to sound like she wanted it. Thurina looked around and saw that her mother's kitchen was still as dank and unpleasant as ever. She heard yipping and saw her mother's only true love, a small ugly dog running around. It was such a sad place; she could almost understand why her mother was unpleasant.

"I am not in the mood to see your degenerate sister and her slut," Agatha explained coldly. She was staring down into her coffee

"That's not fair mom and you know it," Thurina said, but her heart wasn't in it. She really wasn't in the mood to fight her mother on this. She was thinking about the fact that Christmas was only a month away and she would be back, doing all of this again.

"How about you? Why aren't you dating anyone," Agatha said, looking up from her coffee with a mean spirited smile on her face.

"I don't know mom," she said, sitting down, "I am working on it. Can we not do this ritual today? Can we just have a nice thanksgiving tomorrow and then I'll leave and so will Zoe and her wife."

"Here wife," Agatha said and snorted, "Fine. I will go in and say hello before I get started preparing the turkey." Thurina let out a small sigh. That wasn't as bad as it could have been and she was thankful for that. They walked together into the living room. When they turned the corner they were both shocked to see Zoe and Cynthia kissing deeply on the couch. Thurina noticed Cynthia's hand on her sister's breast, kneading it gently between her fingers and over the shirt.

"Oh for God's Sake!" Agatha screamed. Suddenly Thurina felt angry. There she was, in the kitchen with the beast trying to get her to come in, making a real sacrifice for her sister and here was Zoe, ruining all her hard work because she couldn't keep her hands off of her wife for a few minutes. She felt a deep simmering rage and wondered how much of it was because she wanted Cynthia's hand on her breast.

She looked at her sister's wife, looking dazed and uncomfortable on the couch and she realized that she deeply lusted after the younger woman. She felt so strange. She remembered being shocked and a little disgusted when her sister had come out four years earlier. Now she was beginning to wonder if maybe she just wished she could come out. She looked at the soft outline of Cynthia's face, the way her breasts rested against her sister's arm, and her thin sexy legs and she wanted her. She felt so wrong. It made her even angrier.

"Goddamnit Zoe, why the fuck do I ever try?" Thurina blurted out and inadvertently helped her sister again. Agatha couldn't abide by taking the lord's name in vain nor the "f-word" and Thurina had dropped both in the same sentence.

"Your sister can't help being a degenerate Thurina, but you can certainly help from breaking one of the ten commandments. I cannot believe you..." Agatha was off. All of the rage she was feeling now got dumped onto Thurina. Agatha pushed thoughts of her other daughter out of her heard and just tore into Thurina. Thurina took it, there was nothing else for her to do. Zoe mouthed, "thank you" at her, not realizing that it was not an intentional save.

The entire tirade lasted nearly ten minutes. The entire time, Thurina just stood there and listened and Zoe and Cynthia sat on the couch, watching but not saying anything. Finally, Agatha had run out of venom for a moment and she sat down on the couch, to recharge.

"Sorry mom," Thurina said finally and her mother threw her arms up and rolled her eyes.

"So how are you Zoe...Cynthia?" Agatha said, turning to her other daughter and her wife. They spoke civilly for a few minutes and Thurina steamed. Why did she always tend to catch the worst of these things? She noticed, however, that Cynthia was staring at her with sincere apology in her eyes and she felt a little bit better. Cynthia was a sweet young girl and Thurina had to turn away. She was uncomfortable with the feelings she was having. Even if she was a lesbian (which she hoped she wasn't) this was her sister's girl. It was wrong to think anything like this.

"Hey Zoe, I am going to run upstairs and unpack," Cynthia said, sensing the discomfort in the room and trying to lessen it or at least get away.

"Sure thing Cyn. Hurry back down," Zoe said and squeezed her wife's hand. Cynthia got up and walked to up the stairs to one of the guest rooms. Thurina couldn't help but notice how cute her butt was as she moved up the stairs. She shook her head, trying to will these inappropriate thoughts out of her mind.

"I am going to get to work on the turkey," Agatha spat and without further word was up and out of the room.

"Jesus Zoe," Thurina said once their mother was out of earshot, "I am trying to help you out but you are not even willing to make the attempt."

"I don't want you to help me with...her," Zoe said, "If she doesn't like who I am she can go fuck herself. I am happy for the first time in my life and I am not going to let her bring me down."

"Well could you at least tell me that before you let me go in there to warm her up and I come out here and you are fucking your girlfriend," Thurina said with more heat than she intended. She had to admit, she wished she could not care what her mother thought. But for some reason, she couldn't.

"First of all, she is my wife. Second of all, we weren't fucking, don't be an ass..."Zoe said and she was going to say more but they heard a scream from the kitchen. It was their mother and it was a blood curdling noise. They were both up and running into the kitchen.

"Oh God no!" Agatha was saying. She was standing in front of the sick and there, on the counter was the turkey. It was covered in little holes and they saw the dog, chewing on skin. They realized what had happened. That awful little dog had eaten their thanksgiving dinner.

"I am so sorry," Thurina said, but wanted to laugh. What else could go wrong?

"Dinner is ruined," Agatha said, lifting up the destroyed turkey and then dropping it back into the sink. Zoe moved forward and put her arms around their mother. Why was she so much better at this stuff, so much more comfortable with herself?

"No it isn't mom. Listen, I will drive you back to town and we will get another one," Zoe said and Agatha looked at her gratefully, but then she shook her head.

"They aren't going to have any now," Agatha said.

"Oh come on mom, we will check it out. Even if they don't we'll buy something and It will be nice. It is 20 miles to town, we will have a chance to hang out a bit."

"Okay," Agatha said and Thurina was shocked. She was always surprised by the way that Zoe was able to manipulate their mother and get her to do things that Thurina would never be able to do. Agatha left to get her purse and the twins were alone in the kitchen.

"I just got you an hour without mom, you owe me now," Zoe said and Thurina laughed. She loved her sister and liked when she was reminded of that fact.

"Fine!" she said and made a fake noise of impatience.

"Let my wife know where I am and please be nice to her," Zoe said.

"I am always nice to her!" Thurina said. By then Agatha was back and Zoe and her mother were out the door and Thurina was home alone with Cynthia.

* * * * * *

Thurina stood in the living room of her mother's house, feeling nervous. Here she was, no one in the house but herself and Cynthia. She couldn't help but think about the fact that she had spent the last hour or so lusting after her twin's wife and now they were alone together. She tried to ignore her feelings. She sat down on the couch and looked at the television, which wasn't on. All she could think about was the fact that in two days, she and Zoe and Cynthia would all leave the house. At that time, Cynthia and Zoe would go back to being happy and she would be stuck, a younger version of her unhappy mother. She couldn't take it. She needed to have what her sister had. It was driving her crazy. It was all she had thought of on her entire ride down.

In the reflection of the television she noticed there was still a bag sitting next to the front door. She got up slowly and walked over to it. She saw that it was her sister's bag, packed to the top with clothes. That was the sort of think Zoe would do, pack thirty things for two day trip. She wondered if her sister had any cute clothes. They had always traded clothes when they were younger.

She opened the bag up and started to dig in. She was sort of disappointed. Most of the clothes were boring. Just jeans and t-shirts and the sorts of things that Thurina wore all the time. Nothing particularly fun. She quickly got bored and set the bag back down and walked back to sit on the couch. She thought about Cynthia unpacking upstairs and wondered about her. She was picturing her in her mind, wondering how heavy Cynthia's breasts would feel in her hands, how it would feel to wrap her hair around her wrist.

She tried to think about other things. Her eye caught again the bag; she saw a pair of red and black plaid pajama pants and a pink tank-top. They were comfortable looking pajamas. She got back up and walked over to the bag and picked them up. She wondered, in what she convinced herself was an innocent way, whether or not she could still fool someone into thinking that she was Zoe. They hadn't played that game since high school and she wondered if she still had it.

The idea was just to fun. She had to give it a try. She quickly stripped off her slacks and blouse and folded them gently and set them down on the couch. She was wearing only a black bra with white polka dots and a red thong now. She slipped on her sister's pajama pants and then put on the tank-top. She looked at herself in the reflection of the television. She felt comfortable and knew that she looked the part. She put on a devil-may-care smile and knew that she looked exactly like Zoe.

Of course, she would have to test it out to be sure. It would just be a little bit of a joke. She would go upstairs and walk into Cynthia's room and act like she was Zoe. Once she was absolutely sure that she had fooled Cynthia she would have a little laugh and they were both feel like they were a little bit closer. Heck, if Zoe heard this plan she would probably think it was a good idea. She really had to give it a shot.

She quickly flitted up their stairs, excited by the idea of pulling a really good trick. At least that is what she told herself. She reached the top of the stairs and saw that all the doors were closed. She looked underneath the doors and saw that the guest bedroom light was on. That meant that she was going to have to spend the night in her old bedroom. She didn't like that idea much, but she didn't think about it. All she was thinking about was Cynthia...and how "funny" her trick was going to be.

She opened the guestroom door casually and saw Cynthia bent over, loading clothes into a rickety old chest of drawers. She was bent at the waist and her hair was cascading over her body. Her butt was up in the air and in her red shorts looked like a big, sexy heart. Thurina imagined herself digging her hands into Cynthia's ass, scraping it with her fingernails. She shook her head. She was trust trying to get a laugh, she explained to herself.

"Hey Cyn how are things going," she said casually, hoping her voice sounded correct. She had never called Cynthia by Zoe's little pet shortening before and she hoped that it would have the desired effect. Cynthia stood up straight and turned around with a big smile on her face.

"Hey baby," she said, "Oh good you got your P.J.'s on. You know how I like those tight little pants." She walked forwards and put her arms around Thurina's body. Thurina felt every part of her body begin to tighten, but somehow she was able to control herself. The idea that this was a joke was already out of her mind. She had obviously already fooled Cynthia; any further attempt to deceive would have to be something else. But Thurina kept her body fluid and reached around and put her arms around Cynthia. Cynthia closed her eyes, leaned in and kissed Thurina gently on the lips.

It was not an overly passionate kiss. Their mouths never opened and their hands stayed loose and limp at each other's sides. Their lips meant tentatively, softly. Thurina felt her own lips almost melt into Cynthia's and let out a low moan from deep in her throat. It was such an erotic and lovely kiss for all its repressed sexuality. Cynthia tasted good and leaning down over her sister's wife felt so good to Thurina that any pretense of this being a simple practical joke was dead. She needed to have sex with Cynthia and she didn't care about what would happen afterwards.

"Oh baby, don't make noises like that!" Cynthia said, casually breaking their embrace and turning to put more clothes in the dresser.

"Why not?" Thurina asked.

"Because you know what we talked about on the way down. We can't risk...getting frisky in your mother's house. I know you don't care but I can't stand the way she looks at me," Cynthia said, turning and sticking her tongue out with disgust.

"Well..." Thurina began.

"Speaking of which, you didn't leave your poor sister down there with her all by herself did you? That is pretty low!" Cynthia said, sitting down on the bed and giving Thurina a grim look.

"Actually, Ag...Mother's dog ate the turkey so she and Thurina went to town to get more," She explained. She nearly forgot that Zoe never called their mother by their first name, especially not to anyone besides Thurina. It was good that she caught it.

"So I guess we are alone then," Cynthia said, pulling herself back onto the bed and biting her lower lip.

"I guess so," Thurina said, marveling at how sexy Cynthia looked, propped up on her shoulders and staring at her.

"Want to play?" Cynthia asked but it was obvious that she didn't want to wait for the answer. She quickly slipped her hands down her chest and body and lifted her t-shirt up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her large, dark breasts popped out of her shirt and jiggled against her chest. Both of Cynthia's nipples were pierced with little, gold rings and they shone against her dark nipples. Thurina felt her mouth watering and all thoughts of propriety and trust fled from her mind. She was ready. Cynthia hooked her index finger and beckoned Thurina forward.




Jealousy



Thurina moved across the room as though she were floating. Soon she found herself laying across Cynthia's body, she felt her tits against Cynthia's tits though her thin shirt and bra. Their lips met and this time there was no holding back the passion. Their hands grasped at each other's necks and they pulled each other in tightly and their lips pressed together and then broke, their tongues diving into each other's mouths. It was everything Thurina had thought it would be. For just a moment, she had everything her sister had and she lacked.

Cynthia's hands were all over her even as their kissed deepened. In one fluid motion, Cynthia pulled Thurina's shirt and bra up over her head and threw it in a pile in the corner. As her head popped out from under the shirt, Thurina dove forward, throwing her face into Cynthia's breast. Her mouth clamped over Cynthia's right nipple, feeling the hard skin and gold I her mouth. Her right hand moved up and gently began to knead Cynthia's other breast. The skin was thick, hot and hard in her mouth, but the breast underneath was soft and warm, she felt her chin sinking into it and she heard Cynthia moan.

"You're so good at that baby," Cynthia said as she started to pet Thurina's head. Thurina continued to devour her sister's wife's body, taking more of her breast into her mouth and swirling her tongue over it, tasting her sweet and salty skin. 

"Of fuck," Thurina said, she felt her pussy almost dripping. This was even better than she could've imagined, the body underneath were was so hot, so sexy.

"Let me take my bottoms off, Zoe," Cynthia said and Thurina thought it was a fantastic idea. She moved back away from Cynthia and the other girl quickly stood up on the bed and slipped off her red pants. She was not wearing any panties underneath and she kicked them off. Thurina looked down at Cynthia's pussy, but instead she saw something else. A shaved...dick. A 4 inch dick. 

Thurina's mind was reeling. What the hell was going on. Cynthia was beautiful, petite, and very much a girl. How was it that she had this...this thing hanging off of her body? It just didn't make any sense. How...her sister was a lesbian. This couldn't be right. 

"What's wrong Zoe?" Cynthia asked, "Don't you want to do that thing you like?" she asked, swinging her hard little dick from side to side, "I want you to do it!" she made a pouty face. Thurina was stuck. She didn't know what to say. She couldn't admit who she was now. It would be too embarrassing. At the same time she was shocked by what she was seeing and to make matters worse, she didn't even know what Cynthia was talking about. She tried to keep the shocked look off of her face and spoke, trying to buy time.

"Oh I don't know," she said, and was surprised by the normal, even sound of her voice, "I was thinking we could try something new tonight..." 

"Do you mean it? You're ready!" Cynthia said, getting down on her hands and knees and crawling over towards Thurina, a wicked smile on her face and her breasts and dick swinging like pendulums. Thurina had to admit, she sort of found Cynthia sexier now than she did before. She was so dirty and wrong and still so stunningly feminine and beautiful.

"I think so," Thurina said, she'd agree to anything at this point, "But I don't know how. You'll have to show me," she said. She didn't even know what she was asking direction on. 

"Of course baby," Cynthia said in such a soft, loving voice that Thurina could hardly contain herself. It was just too sexy. Cynthia reached down and carefully disrobed Thurina. She slipped of her pants and then her panties and commented on Zoë's "new" thong as she did so.

"Now what?"

"We can do this on your stomach, you can be on your back if that is more comfortable," Cynthia explained, "There are a lot of positions we can try, but let's stick with the basics for now."

"I want to stay on my back," Thurina said, she wanted to be able to watch Cynthia while she was fucking her.

"Okay Zoe," Cynthia said and smiled as she leaned down and kissed the woman she thought was her wife. Cynthia carefully began to move Thurina around on the bed so that she was lying with her head on the pillow. She was smiling the whole time and covering Thurina's body with kisses. It was obvious that this was something she had been begging Zoe to do for a while and Thurina wandered what she was getting herself into. She didn't care what it was. She wanted it. Every part of her body ached when Cynthia touched it and she felt like she was one fire. Her eyes kept trailing down to Cynthia's cock, trying to catch a glimpse of it while Cynthia was busy doing something else. She found that it was kind of hot and didn't change the fact that she thought of her sister's wife as a beautiful woman. She just wanted the cock inside of her.

"Okay baby, here we go," Cynthia said, reaching down onto the floor and picking something up. She brought it up and it was lube. She gently squirted it onto her fingertips. Thurina was already very wet and didn't think that lube was necessary, but she didn't feel like saying anything. She was laying on her back, naked, her pussy shaved, and her legs spread. She was in heaven and didn't want to open her mouth and ruin it.

"I am ready," she said and bit her lip and put on a sexy face. Cynthia moaned and brought her lubed fingers between Thurina's legs.

"Okay Zo, I am going to be really gentle," Cynthia said and then Thurina felt the cold lube against her asshole. For a second, it didn't register and then she suddenly realized what was going on, "You're pussy is so wet that it dripped down on your ass."

"That's good," Thurina said, unable to think of anything else. She had never even considered anal before. Now she had sort of promised it without realizing it. She didn't know how to back out now. She had to give it a try, she could always beg to stop if it was as terrible as she feared. What was she getting herself into?

Cynthia took Thurina's right leg in her hand and gently eased her legs back and apart, pushing Thurina's asshole up into the air. With her other hand she positioned the tip of her little, uncircumcised cock against Thurina's anus.

"Okay baby, are you sure you want to do this. I know you said you were afraid of it hurting, but I promise to be gentle," Cynthia explained. Thurina had her out. But she saw the big, lusty smile on Cynthia's face, her hardened nipples and throbbing cock and realized that Cynthia wanted her. Wanted her like no one had ever wanted her before. It didn't matter that she thought she was someone else, Thurina wanted to please Cynthia.

"Oh fuck my ass baby, please," Thurina begged and she noticed the chill that ran up Cynthia's spine. She was loving this. Thurina was giving Cynthia something that Zoe was afraid to give. She was earning her right to fuck Cynthia.

Cynthia slowly and carefully started to press her cock against Thurina's anus. It was a slight amount of pressure at first and it was a little bit unpleasant. For just a moment, Thurina considered begging off. But then, she felt the head of Cynthia's prick break past the initial barrier of her anus and pop into her rectum. She let out a deep growl.

"Are you okay Zoe?" Cynthia said, ceasing her motion staring at Thurina with real concern.

"Oh don't stop!" Thurina moaned. Suddenly she realized the absolute dirty nature of everything that was happening. Anything that could make it dirtier made it better. She wanted that cock all the way up her asshole. She wanted to feel her sister's wife's balls against her body.

"I love you," Cynthia said, leaning forward and kissing Thurina deeply on the lips. Thurina reacted by wrapped her legs around Cynthia's body and quickly tightening her thighs around her. She pulled Cynthia in quickly, driving the other woman's cock deep into her ass all the way to the hilt. There was a blinding second of pain, and then intense pleasure. She couldn't believe it. She had had vaginal sex hundreds of times in her life (though less than she wanted) but this was a completely different thing. She was in heaven.

"UUGH," she grunted from deep in her throat and Cynthia took that for what it was an endorsement to start fucking. Thurina kept her legs wrapped around Cynthia and started pulling her in and out. Cynthia moved in the rhythm and soon her cock was sliding in and out of Thurina's asshole, plunging in deeper and stretching her harder each time around.

"Oh you're so tight Zoe," Cynthia maoned.

"Are you saying my pussy is loose?" Thurina said in mock dismay and Cynthia giggled. She continued to plough away at Thurina's asshole. Suddenly, Thurina began to feel something she had never felt before. Her muscles all started to contract and she began to scream as loud as she could. She couldn't help herself. Then she was suddenly showered in the most intense warmth she had ever experienced, all emanating from her pussy. She grabbed her own breasts and bucked hard into Cynthia's cock, driving it into her. Suddenly, she felt limp and knew she had experienced the first orgasm of her life. It was beautiful relief. Cynthia stopped moving.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Don't stop!" Thurina begged and Cynthia immediately began pounding away at her ass again, harder now that her lover had already cum. Thurina continued to hold Cynthia tight in her legs, allowing the smaller woman to dip into her completely and then pull back out. Thurina stuck her tongue out to lick at Cynthia's nipples as she thrust forward.

"Cum in my ass baby, cum in my ass," Thurina was chanting. Cynthia looked intent and then suddenly, her face became blank and expressionless. She gave one last deep thrust and Thurina felt the cock in her ass expand and contract. This, coupled with the hot liquid now spilling into her asshole, sent her over the edge again. Her vision became black the feeling was so intense. When she awoke, Cynthia was lying next to her panting heavily and she knew only a few seconds hand past.

She didn't miss a second. She wanted to see something. She quickly got up and squatted on the bed. She reached her hand under her asshole and pushed all of the cum out of her body. There was a lot of it and it poured out of her anus and onto her cupped hand. More came out, overflowing her hand and dripping down onto the bed.

"You are so nasty!" Cynthia said, looking up now and seeing the woman she thought was her wife. Thurina gave her a mean grin.

"You haven't seen anything yet!" she said and quickly moved the handful of cum up to her mouth and messily dumped. It was still hot from her body and salty but tasted delicious. She was so excited that while she got most of it into her mouth, much of it rolled down her chin and landed on her chest. She rubbed it into her tits as she swirled the cum around her in mouth.

Cynthia moved forward and wrapped her arms around Thurina, kissing her deeply. Thurina opened her mouth, their lips fusing making a single pool for the cum to swirl around in. They moved their tongue around, batting the cum back in forth. The cum rolled on their cheeks and chins and hung between them when their lips parted. Soon they had swallowed down all the cum.

"I love you too," Thurina said just as the door opened.

"THURINA....CYNTHIA? What the FUCK!" Zoe hissed.

* * * * * *

"Thurina!" Cynthia said in a high shrill voice. She then quickly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and jumped under the covers on the bed. Zoe slammed the door behind her and walked into the room with her eyes wide with anger and hurt. Thurina stayed in the middle of the bed, sticky with cum and a throbbing asshole. She forgot for a moment who and where she was.

"What the FUCK!" Zoe repeated.

"Zoe..." Thurina began, not knowing what she was going to say, but she was quickly cut off by Cynthia.

"Zo, she told me she was you! I had no idea it was anyone else. She lied to me. I can't tell you apart. I am so sorry. I feel sick..." Cynthia said and Thurina felt her heart break. This was the last thing she wanted but she now realized that it had been the only possible conclusion to their evening together. What else could she have possibly hoped to have achieved?

"You whore!" Zoe said, turning to Thurina.

"She's telling the truth," Thurina heard herself saying, "Sis...I am sorry." It was honest and it was the only thing she could say.

"I know she is telling the truth because she loves ME Thurina. I cannot fucking believe this. How can you put on your little martyr act about mom and scoot me out of the house so you can fuck my wife? You are absolutely disgusting," Zoe said and then her anger boiled over. She was saying things now that she didn't even mean but to which she was entitled as a result of her deep anger. Thurina sat naked on the bed and took it. She soaked in every insult, earned and exaggerated, and just hoped that she could find a place to curl up and die soon.

"Stop Zoe," she heard a voice say and she turned and saw Cynthia looking at her wife pleadingly.

"What!" Zoe said, her entire body shaking now.

"Listen," Cynthia said, leaning forward, "What she did was pathetic and weird and wrong. But we are happy. You can't let her hurt us. Just let her go and we will be happy again and we will forget how badly your sister wronged us." A smile spread across Zoe's face and it was like she wasn't even aware that Thurina was present.

"I love you," she said, looking deeply into Cynthia's eyes, "Are you okay? I know this has to be confusing to you. I am so sorry. I promise I won't ever bring you are my family again. All they do is try to hurt you." She came around the bed and folded her arms around her wife.

Thurina couldn't take it anymore. She felt completely broken and the sight of her sister disowning her and embracing a woman that she now believed that she loved was simply too much. She had to get out. She quickly gathered her underwear and bra, the only clothes that were hers, and rushed out of the room and into her childhood room. The last thing that she heard was her sister and Cynthia kissing gently as she closed the door.

Thurina didn't even bother to put her clothes on. She simply tossed herself onto her bed in a large heap, threw her face into her pillow and started to cry. She couldn't believe what she had just done. It hardly made any sense, but at the time it had felt as natural and right as anything in the world. She knew that her sister could never forgive her and that she probably shouldn't. This was why her life was so miserable. She was a terrible person and how could anyone ever love her? She kept seeing and hearing all of the unpleasant, but true, things that Cynthia said and how she had looked when she found out and she felt disgusted with herself. She had absolutely no will to get up and had no desire to see her mother. She felt like she'd be better if she'd just die.

Somehow, lying flat on her stomach with pillows over her head she fell asleep, naked. It was a black, dream-less sleep like the kind you'd have if you were very sick or very drunk. It was far from pleasant but it was certainly better than consciousness.

Sometime late in the night there was a sound and it startled Thurina out of her sleep. She stayed for a moment, under her pillow until she remembered what had happened that day and where she was. She saw that the lights were on and didn't know who she hoped was in the room. She didn't want to see her mother, but was afraid to see anyone else.

Slowly, she rolled over and pulled the pillow off of her face. Standing at the foot of her bed were her sister and Cynthia. They were wearing nightgowns and they were holding hands. Their faces contained no malice, but Thurina was still scared. Perhaps they had come for revenge. They looked at her with a bit of pity; they saw her red and puffy eyes and the fact that she looked disheveled and unhappy. They knew she was punishing herself quite hard.

"Hello," Thurina said, "I am so sorry..." It was all she could think to say.

"Just listen," Cynthia said and nodded approvingly. She seemed to be telling Thurina to be silent and respectful, simply with her eyes. Thurina took the hint.

"Thurina," Zoe began, "I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't livid with you. I cannot believe what happened today really happened. That was low." Thurina bowed her head.

"But..." Cynthia began, squeezing her wife's hand.

"But I have spent the last three hours discussing what happened with my wife and she has made me realize something. She made me realize that you didn't do this to hurt me. I tell you that it took quite a while for me to believe that. I know you are jealous of me and always have been. But Cynthia made me realize that that was why you did what you did. She convinced me that you were desperate. She convinced me that you were a lesbian too and you just weren't as strong as I am. You couldn't face mom. She convinced me that you have probably convinced yourself that it was an accident or a joke or that she came on to you until the very end. I know you want my life and think you can't have it. Well you can't have mine. But you could be happy too. You just have to start being honest with yourself and you can't blame me and mom for your unhappiness. You bring it on yourself. And...well I guess that is all I have to say..." Zoe said, then she bowed her head. It hadn't been easy, "But if you can just ask for it and promise me you won't try to hurt my family again, I will forgive you. Because I love you."

"I love you too," Thurina said. She was hurt a little by what her sister had said, regardless of the fact that it had been true. But now was not the time for bearing grudges. There was too much she had to learn from this to throw it al out now, "And I promise that I will never hurt you again." 

"And..." Cynthia said, her eyes wide as if to say that there was still a chance she could blow this.

"And I am sorry," Thurina blurted quickly, "I have never been more sorry for something I have done in my life."

"I forgive you," Zoe said and she smiled. She had never been one to carry a grudge. If Thurina had been obstinate she probably would have cracked anyway. But it was far better this way, far fewer hurt feelings now. In fact, a euphoric sensation had filled the room. A great cloud had lifted. From all of them. Thurina had been absolved of her crimes and in a way she was now out with herself about what she wanted from life and out with her sister. For Cynthia and Zoe they now knew that at least one member of Zoe's family accepted them. The room was also full of love. It felt good to forgive and to be friends again.

Zoe sat down on the bed next to her sister and put her arms around her. They held each other close in a loving hug, the kind of hug they hadn't given one another in awhile. Then, to Thurina's surprise, her twin kissed her gently on the cheek. It was very loving and felt wonderful. Suddenly, she felt the sensation of her naked breast against her sister's silk nightgown, felt the fabric excite her nipple. There was a strange energy in the room now. Thurina was a bit uncomfortable. She tried to diffuse it.

"But what about your wife? I thought you were a lesbian..." Thurina said and trailed off.

"I am," Zoe said and then paused, "Oh are you talking about my wife's surprise?" she said and then giggled. Thurina and Cynthia giggled too. The energy was all over the place. But felt nice.

"I met her at a gay party on campus at school. I thought she was a lesbian until I got her home, But I was already in love with her. She is amazing. By the time we learned about that, I could've cared less if she was like a Barbie doll between her legs. I was in love," she looked at her wife, whose eyes were tearing a bit and Thurina felt in love too. In love with both of them. She couldn't control herself and again she took a strange action.




Jealousy



She moved her hand to her sister's cheek and moved her head so that they were looking into each other's eyes. She closed her own eyes and leaned forward. Zoe didn't fight it, she closed her eyes as well and their lips met. This was not a sisterly kiss. Soon their mouths were open and the electricity that was just below the surface sprang out into the air. They were biting into each other's mouths and their arms were around one another and they could barely breath. Thurina felt her body rubbing itself against Zoe's silken body.

"I told you that she was just kinky," Cynthia said, sitting down on the other side of the bed and watching them.

"What's going on!" Thurina said, "What is wrong with me today." She broke the kiss and started to move away. Zoe stopped her.

"It's okay sis. This is going to be fine," Zoe said and looked deep into her sister's eyes and then kissed her again. This time it was even deeper and Zoe's hands found her sister's breasts.

"What are you doing," Thurina choked around her sister's tongue.

"I learned a long time ago from my wife that when something fun starts to happen, you just ride it. Now just have a little fun sis. You said you wanted to be happy!" Zoe said and latched her lips onto Thurina's nipples and started to suck. Thurina looked around and saw that Cynthia was undressing as she watched her wife and her sister locked in a lover's embrace. She saw that Cynthia's cock was already hard.

"You two are so hot!" Cynthia said and Zoe smiled around her sister's nipple. Cynthia moved around the bed and Thurina watched her cock bouncing up and down as she moved. She moved around behind Zoe and quickly slipped Zoe's nightgown up over her head. They were all naked now and the room was hot and energized.

"Suck my wife's dick," Zoe said, looking into her sisters eyes. Thurina wondered for a moment if this was some sort of test.

"I don't think I should," Thurina said, looking down and the other two laughed.

"We aren't setting you up. We aren't you!" Zoe said and started to giggled, "Suck her dick!" It was not a suggestion but an order. Cynthia was on her knees with her hands on her hips and Thurina quickly got on her hands and knees and crawled over to the younger woman. She looked up at her and knew now that Cynthia was looking at her with lust. HER. Not a woman she thought was someone else. It felt good. She kept her hands on the bed and opened her mouth. She took the entire cock into her mouth in one motion, resting her tongue against Cynthia's balls.

"You are so good at that!" Cynthia said and starting moaning and playing in Thurina's hair. Suddenly, Thurina felt Zoe's hot breath against her backside.

"Oh sis, you are a little raw back here," Zoe said, running a finger against Thurina's swollen red asshole, "My wife said you let her fuck you in the ass. I would never let her do that!"

"She did," Cynthia grunted and Thurina made an affirmative noise around Cynthia's dick.

"Well. How about a deal. My wife is not allowed in my asshole, so she can have yours. But my wife is only allowed in my pussy. Because we are married. Is that okay with you sis?" Thurina nodded and made a loud affirmative noise and the two women giggled.

"Does her ass hurt?" Cynthia asked.

"It looks red," Zoe answered. She moved her fingers against her sister's red anus.

"You should kiss it and made it better," Cynthia said. The entire time, Thurina's head continued to bob up and down onto Cynthia's cock. It was hard and salty in her mouth and she could still taste her ass on it from earlier. Suddenly a new sensation flooded her mind. She felt a wet warmth against her anus. She turned her eyes to the side enough to see that her beautiful twin was lapping at her asshole, soothing the reddened places where it hurt. It was amazing, almost as good as earlier with Cynthia. She could tell her sister was enjoying it.

"Is that good?" Cynthia asked and Thurina nodded. In one quick motion Cynthia pulled her dick out of Thurina's mouth and spun around. She thrust her asshole up into Thurina's face, "Show me." Thurina didn't waste any time. She stuck her tongue hard against Cynthia's asshole. It tasted musky and good and she liked the feel of Cynthia's hairless balls against her chin and the way Cynthia's cock flopped around as she moaned.

"My wife can't touch your cunt, but I can," she heard Zoe say. Even as Zoe continued to lick her asshole she thrust two fingers in Thurina's hot, wet cunt. Thurina felt her body go weak and she fell forward, knocking Cynthia flat down onto her stomach and driving her face hard into Cynthia ass, driving her tongue deep into Cynthia's ass. She could barely breath but she kept licking. Zoe was still thrusting away at her pussy and tongue her sore ass. They continued on this way for a while, trying to stay quiet but moaning and enjoying the rhythmic nature of their movements.

"Oh god I want to fuck my wife!" Cynthia said suddenly, pulling away from Cynthia land laying on her back, her cock hard and wet from Thurina's work, "Put your asshole on my mouth!" Cynthia yelled at Thurina who quickly moved and did as she was told. Zoe didn't wait either, she was quickly up, and moved herself over her wife. Soon, Thurina was gently lowering her asshole down onto Cynthia's waiting lips. At the same time Zoe was lowering her pussy onto Cynthia's cock. They were both sopping wet and the cunt quickly slid open and allowed the full cock inside. 

They all sat for a few moment and then Cynthia began to tongue Thurina's asshole and thrust up against Zoe's pussy. Soon they were all moving in unison, grinding their bodies against one another. Thurina and Zoe seemed to sense what they needed and they leaned forward, pressing their small tits together and wrapping their arms up. They kissed deeply and passionately for quite a while, loving one another and feeling perfect. All of them moved as one and as a result they all came at once. Cynthia's cock exploded into her wife, showering the inside with thick ropes of cum. At the same time, the stimulation of Thurina's asshole finally made her cum and she squirted for the first time in her life, thick clear liquid all over her sisters face. And Zoe came too, her cunt contracting around her wife's cock and the thick cum inside of her only making it better. For a few seconds they all stayed frozen there and then collapsed in a heap on the bed.

"You should come visit us before Christmas," Zoe said, "And bring a girlfriend. We know how to a have a wild time."

"I love you," Thurina said.

"I love you too," Zoe and Cynthia replied in unison.

The End

Please Comment and let me know what you think, its my first submission.



Jealousy



Thank you, Kirk. 

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I've always been the possessive, controlling kind, and it had never bothered me before. Although my famous habit of starting fights over little things had already yielded me a handful of blow offs, in my head it seemed perfectly normal that a couple would argue out of jealousy almost every week. The problem was that I had never been so paranoid as I was with Jane. Even I couldn't stand myself anymore; if it wasn't her clothing, then it was her nail polish, her hair, her male coworkers, the men at the gym. The last time it was one of her neighbors.

The guy was called Gabriel and happened to be also a childhood friend of hers — according to Jane, almost like a brother because of their mothers' closeness. A lot of contact had been lost since they had grown up and moved on with their lives, but not all of it, as they were still living in the same building and occasionally bumped into each other at the common areas of the condo or even called every now and then. The idea of such a close friend around her all the time was so disturbing to me that, every time I went to bed and turned the lights off, I just couldn't help imagining a series of things going on between them.

Trying to put an end to my obsession and constant accusations, Jane decided to introduce me to him so that I could see there was nothing to worry about. It was Sunday and the soccer match we wanted to watch wasn't on regular cable, so she said maybe we could watch pay-per-view at Gabriel's. Since it was all settled at the last minute, even before I had time to get used to the idea I was about to enter an apartment full of empty beer cans and boxes of leftover pizza. I have to admit Gabriel was much better looking than I expected: good height, toned body and a handsome face with a shiny smile and eyes that, at first, in that hard, direct light of the hall, appeared as pale gray. He was in a bright red T and beige cargo pants, clean-shaven, his light brown hair cut short. In sum, Gabriel not only had the looks but also knew how to take care of them. No doubt the package was intimidating, but on the other hand he strove to put me at ease, insisting for me to help myself to anything I needed as if I was at home. Us being there to root for the same team also helped create a certain atmosphere of camaraderie; in the second half, for instance, we all complained intensely about a penalty that wasn't flagged. And that's when something strange happened.

"Penalty, of course!" Gabriel nearly shouted, exasperated. "Worse than that, only if he shot the guy down." 

While I quietly smiled at that picture, the field judge also grinned at the attacker's complaint, resuming the match. The narrator immediately made a remark about the referee's good temper and asked the commentator about his age.

"Is it just me or he sounded a bit too interested?" Gabriel asked. 

"Hmmm... Maybe he meant Beautiful smile, If only he was gay too..." I said, and he laughed.

"But that doesn't mean the narrator is gay."

"How come?"

"One may occasionally be attracted to the same sex while being straight."

"Wouldn't they be bisexual, then?"

"Not necessarily."

"Do you think so? Really?"

"Why not? It can be just a curiosity." He smiled calmly. "I guess we all think about it at least once in our lifetime."

For a second, I stared back without answering him, finding it unusual that such a comment would come up between strangers. But whatever, maybe it was just his way since right after that he turned his attention to the game with the greatest ease.

From then until the end of the evening, everything was normal: we ordered food, made some small talk and then Jane and I went to her apartment to relax a bit on the sofa. As her mother slept in her own bedroom behind closed doors we sat there chatting embraced, Jane's fingers lazily playing with the hair at my neck and my hand on her thigh. Of course we ended up talking about Gabriel again — starting with the obvious (my impressions of the evening) and ending with the inevitable (a small questionnaire from paranoid me, which she patiently tried to reply). For about fifteen minutes, I was told about his parents moving to another city, his job at a law firm, his hobbies and his ex-girlfriends. This got me a little tense. The number of women in the guy's life was alarming. With such a history, it seemed very unlikely that he didn't at least think about trying something with Jane as well, even though she assured me nothing had ever happened between them. But it was almost midnight on Sunday, and if I ended up triggering another fight that would be just the worst way to start off the week. Besides, those vague caresses were getting me turned on and I wanted to enjoy the end of our Sunday — we only had sex twice at my place that weekend, Friday and Saturday night (not that we were allowed do that at her mother's, but obviously we could play a little).

I ran my hand up her thigh to the crotch and narrowed our embrace, pulling her to a slow, wet kiss. Our tongues lightly touched, slid onto one another and then hers drew back to gently lick my lips, following its contour in that languid manner of hers that always made me want to stick my tongue deeper in her mouth and get on top of her in bed. There was no bed for us there, but I did lean her on the arm of the sofa and caress her right breast under her blouse while pulling her hand to my cock. 

"Here? Are you mad?" 

I moved my lips away from her neck just long enough to whisper a "yes" between the strands of hair. For some reason I was actually feeling a little crazy that night, to the point of thinking about doing something rash like taking Jane's pants off right there and pulling her to my lap; but instead she stood up, drew me by the hand into her bedroom and, as soon as we entered it, closed the door. No problem with that. It wasn't like we were doing something wrong, because her mother didn't mind giving us relative privacy — apparently the door being closed was never a concern, at least not while it remained unlocked (of course the idea was not to avoid us having sex, which would be asking too much of any couple of age with ou without consent to sleep at their parents', but probably to avoid us turning the place into a hotel). It was what happened afterwards that was new. 

She put a DVD on and we spooned in the narrow single bed, a blanket thrown over both of us — if her mother suddenly walked in, it would look like we were only watching TV. I put her hair to the side, leaving her neck free for my kisses, and started gliding my hand on her thigh, up and down, then her stomach, pulling her closer to me and pressing my hard cock against her ass, then her breasts, stroking them over her blouse. Jane took my hand and guided it to cup her breast under the bra, the nipple already hard between my fingers, ready to be teased with light pinches. I spun the tip of my index finger on it, moving it around in small circles, and softly squeezed it as she pushed her ass back to my cock, which was beginning to ache, trapped in the jeans.

"Put some shorts on," I asked, finding the idea deliciously bold for a risky situation in which the limits aren't very clear (at least for me since, like I said, if it depended on myself maybe we'd already be fucking in the living room).

She stood up, found a light blue baby-doll bottom in the first drawer of the closet and quickly changed in front of me, then taking off her bra under her blouse and laying back on the bed as I opened my pants and got my cock out. I lifted her leg a little to make room between her thighs, but first moved my fingers between the bottom of the baby-doll and the panties to tease her some more, finding the fabric already wet. I pushed it all to the side and started gliding my cock across the wet lips of her pussy, not parting them, just sliding on the outside, then pushing a little harder until brushing against her clit. The game had fled control. I was massaging her most sensitive spot with the tip of my cock, and we both knew that from that point on it would be almost impossible to stop and that we didn't needed much to have sex right there, with the door unlocked. My movements were expanding little by little: first only around her clit, then from her clit to her opening, brushing, then from her clit to her opening, pressing. With each stroke I went a little deeper, the curve of the tip already making way between her innner lips, nearly sinking in her wet opening. When the head went all in, I couldn't help rolling her until she stopped on her stomach with me on top.

"What if my mom walks in on us?" she whispered, her breathing a little broken. 

"It's late night. She's probably soundly asleep by now," I tried to soothe her, although intimately thinking that, even if some noise came from the hallway, maybe I wouldn't be able to stop right away.

I went all the way in and started a fucking motion as she let out soft moans. We kept going like this for a few minutes, until I stopped and went back to gliding the glans on the outside, now from her clit to her asshole, teasing and lubricating everything in the way. It could be because of the position, the risk, the naughtiness of the whole situation or maybe something else; the fact is I was eager to try anal that night... She had never done that with me, we hadn't even gotten close to it — everytime I tried to touch her there, she either dodged or moved my hand away. This time she didn't object right away, and of course I took the opportunity to rub my cock on the hole for a long time and then press lightly, like I had done to her pussy minutes before. As she didn't disapprove nor encourage me, I pushed harder until feeling half the head deliciously sink in her tight little hole.

"Ah!" she moaned shortly and a little loud, a moan of pain, and in a quick motion escaped to the side. If her mother happened to be passing nearby, certainly would have heard her.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'll go slower, I promise," I whispered hastely, bringing her back. I put the shaft of my cock between her ass cheeks and stayed still for a moment. Fuck, I wanted that ass so badly.

"It hurts too much," she said.

"Just one finger, then?"

That one got in with relative ease; first just the tip, then half of it, in and out, then all of it. When she seemed more relaxed, I tried again, teasing her for quite a while with the tip of my cock. After all that forbidden and risky rubbing I was getting close to coming even before entering, and on an impulsive move ended up pushing all of the head in.

"Ah," she repeated, only this time lower and without moving away, and I put my hand into her panties to gently massage her clit while waiting for her to get used to the intruder.

"You have no idea how this is turning me on," I said hoarsely in her ear, nibbling on the lobe. "Let me all the way in, baby."

She was still very tense, both hands grasping at the blanket. I waited a little longer before starting to move, but it only took three thrusts for her to ask me to stop.

"I can't," she said between clenched teeth, still in pain.

Against my will, I took my dick out and went back to her pussy, finally seeing her relax and start enjoying the fuck. I thrusted deep as she touched herself and moved along with me, involuntarily contracting her internal muscles like she always did when she was close to coming. There came a time when, if I hadn't held her hips still and took a deep breath, I'd cum first. 

"Stop, stop a bit. I won't be able to hold off if you keep moving like that," I whispered in her ear as she clutched the blanket and shook beneath me in anxiety. 

We started all over again. And again. And again, until, after about ten minutes, she reached a long, intense orgasm, while moaning my name. At this point I had already endured all I could and didn't need much to follow. I imagined it was a tight asshole like hers I was fucking, went even deeper and came hard, biting my lips not to groan. My heart was pounding and my breathing still took a long time to normalize.

"Wow," she whispered turning to me when I finally slipped to her side. "What's gotten into you tonight?"

Good question...

"I don't know." I put her hair behind her ear and kissed her on the cheek.

After we snuck into the guest bathroom, one at a time, we lay in bed entwined, Jane with her head resting on my chest and me with my fingers in her hair, totally relaxed. The way she had moaned my name made me believe, at least at that moment, that she was mine, all mine. But, as soon as she fell asleep and I found myself alone with my thoughts, Gabriel's shadow started prowling again, filling my mind until about 2 a.m. and throughout the next morning.

About lunch time, I asked my brother to meet me at the place where I used to eat, a quiet, cozy restaurant in the middle of the distance between our offices. Jane's plan didn't seem to be working at all.

"Even though her intentions were good, I think it only messed me up," I said. "Now that I know what he looks like, I can picture the two of them together in great detail. It's driving me mad."

"Did you notice anything strange going on between them?" Alex asked.

"Well... No... But that doesn't guarantee anything."

He slowly handled the napkin without replying right away, that reticent facial expression of a person who wonders whether they should share a certain idea or maybe already carefully tries to choose the right words to do so.

"You know, I once read an interesting article on jealousy," he finally started.

"Oh? And what did it say?" I asked between mouthfuls of macaroni.

"That the obsessively jealous never gets tired of his investigations because he subconsciously wants to find something."

"Are you saying I wanna watch my girlfriend having sex with another man? Making a cuckold out of me?" I put my fork down, an unamused laughter escaping my lips. For some reason, stories about happy cuckolds had always made me feel insanely disgusted and offended.

"Not exactly..." Alex hesitated for a second, but my incisive gaze made him finish what he had started. "They want to watch not their partner, but the third person having sex."

"That's the most absurd theory I've ever heard," I muttered looking away, finally ready to give up the matter.

And I actually gave up the matter, until one night when Jane didn't answer her home phone or mobile. It was late, later than the time that we usually talked, and it seemed very strange to me that her condo had a meeting scheduled for that very day. Somehow, I just knew that Gabriel and her met there and then went up to his apartment. This explained why half an hour later, around eleven o'clock, I was ringing the doorbell of his apartment, yelling.

"Where is she?" I shouted once the door opened while he looked at me as if he couldn't believe what was happening. 

"Excuse me?" was all he managed to say.

I had already walked right past him. My intention was to search the apartment, but his reaction made me stop in the hallway and turn back. How could he be so cynical?

I measured the guy from top to bottom. The thought that he did judo, his brown band, even crossed my mind at that moment, and I frankly didn't give a damn. Maybe the guy would beat the crap out of me, but before that would happen I would do as much damage as possible. It was like being on the brink of insanity and willing to go forward. I was advancing at a steady pace while Gabriel was looking at me from below like a cornered animal. Every step I took he retreated another step, always keeping the same distance as if trying to buy me time to realize how absurd all this was. 

It didn't happen. With a leap, I almost reached his eyebrow. If I could cut it and open a wound, the blood on his eye could give me an advantage, or so I thought, but he managed to avoid my punch. The backlash didn't come either. Instead, he ran toward the kitchen, maybe thinking of calling security over the intercom, which indeed would be a safer and more civilized way to solve the situation. Certainly he didn't expect me to grab him on his way and throw him against the back of the large sofa which divided the room.

"Bastard!" I muttered between clenched teeth, trying to immobilize him with a chuck-hold.

That's when I noticed something strange. I was aroused — and without a doubt he knew that too, as my hard cock pressed vigorously against him. Confused, I loosened the grip a little. My anger had been such that only now I was able to notice the big mirror in front of us, which showed Gabriel only in pajama pants and me right behind him with my hands on his half naked body. At this point, I also knew that Jane really wasn't there because, if she was, she would have been yelling and screaming at me by now.

"But what did I do?" he mumbled to my reflection. "Why..."

Before the sentence was finished, my jeans were undone. Now there was only my underwear against Gabriel's soft knit pants. Slowly, I moved my arm down, but kept my fingers around his neck like a leash. Nervous sighs on both sides. If there was one last protest, maybe I would simply leave. There wasn't. There was his hand lowering my boxers, and then his back against my racing heart. The hand wrapped me hesitantly, as I took advantage to pull the elastic of his pants just enough to bring up a piece of pink flesh. I knew I wasn't the only one there who was turned on.

That was it. On an insane impulse, I took Gabriel's hand off of me and lowered his pants halfway down his thighs to reveal straight hips and a small, tight ass, with a soft tan line below the waist and little hair. While he looked at me on the mirror, I moistened the tip of my middle finger, spread his ass cheeks with both hands and touched his hole. He sighed and widened his stance, which I took as an invitation to thrust my finger all the way in and start a slow fucking motion, adding the index finger shortly after. When he gave another sigh, I spit on the head of my cock and rubbed it on him, the mix of pre-cum and saliva making it slip straight inside to the rim. Gabriel seemed to try to dodge me, but I held him by the hips and forced about five inches more as he groaned loudly. Maybe it was a groan of pain, maybe a groan of pleasure, maybe both. It didn't really matter. Unless he gave me a sound sign of reluctance like emphatically asking me to stop or roughly trying to push me away, I'd do it anyway.

I started with short, quick strokes. Each time I thrust, he moaned, which made me feel totally in control of his reactions and consequently much more excited. The next thing I knew, I was fucking him like a demon — grabbing his hips and pounding him harder and breathing loudly and dripping sweat all over his back — as his right forearm was shaking in a feverish rhythm, his hand disappearing at the height of his narrow hips, which I insistently pushed with most of my weight with shorter and shorter gaps. Not wanting to lose contact with that body, I moved my hands under his armpits to hold him by the shoulders, pressed against his back and continued at the same pace, now with my head down and my eyes closed, lost in the moment to the point of not even realizing I wanted him even more than I wanted Jane on the night at her mothers' apartment; that, in fact, maybe I wanted him since that very night. 

The climax was already very close when I looked up and our eyes met again in the mirror. From there on, I honestly cannot say for sure what took place. I can only remember my bloodshot eyes looking back at me, the reflection of my own shocked expression. Was I having sex with a guy?

I woke up completely lost, without any notion of time or space, with a 100 watt light bulb straight into my eyes. I turned my face away, stunned, but the residual image continued dancing in the direction of my gaze as I tried to recognize the room: a path of small rugs, a mahogany coffee table, a matching rack, the big mirror on the wall. Of course the room was familiar, had I not been there twice? I was waking up on Gabriel's couch at... 5:45 in the morning! Holy shit!




Jealousy



Arriving home, I saw Jane's home number on the caller ID. The call came in at 10:37 p.m., shortly after I left. Maybe she couldn't answer me right away simply because she was showering, and now I was the one who had no reasonable explanation for not having picked up the phone. I must have spent half an hour in the shower, forehead against the cold tiles with the hot water beating down on my neck, thinking about all that and trying to make up some excuse for my girlfriend. All my teeth were sore, such was the force with which I had clenched them the night before, and so was my cock from the dry, hard anal sex. And, not to say I didn't remember anything else, I had a vivid image of myself sucking the guy's dick while he watched me through eyes half shut and with a smile of pleasure, even though I probably had little idea about what to do with my mouth there.

For a few weeks Jane never mentioned Gabriel's name. It wasn't hard for me to figure out he chose to keep that night's happenings to himself — if she knew that I had tried to beat up another guy out of jealousy like she was my property or that I had been unfaithful to her, our relationship would be over right away instead of lasting other four months like it actually did. Besides, much like I didn't want to lose my girlfriend, he wouldn't want to risk losing his childhood friend.

It was only after quite a while, just when I thought I wasn't going to hear that name anymore, that it happened again. I was getting out of the shower when her cell rang loudly in the bedroom, and went to get dressed there to try and monitor the brief, casual call.

"Who was it?" I asked her after she hung up.

"Gabriel. Does that bother you? Because the last time we talked about it you said everything was okay..."


"Well... I... Never mind."

The subject was never brought up again.



Jealousy



"Well, isn't more always better...?" her fucking irritatingly saccharine voice rings through my ears as i enter Your office. i stop dead in my tracks. She's sitting on Your desk...long legs crossed, batting her eyelashes at You. She doesn't even acknowledge my presence. 

i roil.

"you know Jessica." You wave Your hand in her direction, continuing to type.

Her eyes don't leave You...and Yours don't leave Your computer screen, "I was just asking about all the...afterhours...work you two do..." she elaborates. She turns to look over her shoulder at me, her blonde locks shimmer "...how if YOU couldn't seem to accomplish tasks on time, he must need more...assistance..." 

i stare back coldly, "Working afterhours allows us to be uninterrupted by stupid questions from eager, slutty interns."

You stop typing and look up at me. 

"is she finished here?" my eyes burn upon her, my tone more edgy than You've ever heard me speak.

"I believe..." You begin.

"Oh, but..." she cut You off. i twitch. She leans over Your desk, inches away from Your lips...

You open Your mouth to respond, but she disappears...and You're shocked find I've dragged her to the floor by her long, fucking perfect hair, hitting the wood with a resounding thud. "you disrespectful fucking WHORE." I glower. she yelps.

"Bitch." I spit carelessly.

"s-she can't..." she whines, starting to pick herself up.

"Oh, I can, and will. How dare you. He is MINE, you fucking bitch." My words drip like venom. "you think you could even come CLOSE to the pleasure I bring Him?!" she shakes, stuttering...My adrenaline courses...My eyes darken.

"Show Me." I growl. "Or maybe you're just a scared little girl, sitting there shaking on the floor." I sneer. "Fucking show Me! I want to see you strip." 

Stunned, You sit back in Your seat, not saying a word.

she stands before Your desk, her hands desperately twitching, looking around nervously, "What?" she whispers. 

"you want to work for Him? you think You can be Me? Get naked. Now." I command coldly, walking around her, yanking her hair back viciously, "Fucking NOW bitch." I growl in her ear, then throw her head forward...she scrambles to steady herself on Your desk.

You smirk, Your cock growing stiff under Your slacks.

I step behind her, shoving my hips against her ass, pinning her to the desk, and force her body onto of it. I wrench her head back, "Tell Him. Tell Him what a whore you are. Tell Him you want His cock. Isn't that what you're here for, jessica? Or did you really want to do paperwork."

she falters, stuttering.

"you're useless." I mutter, disappointed.

"i-i want Your cock..." she cries quietly.

"What else, jessica?" I demand, twisting her head to the side.

"i'm a filthy fucking whore, and i want Your cock." More tears.

Your cock throbs...You loosen Your tie.

"Much better. you're much more tolerable when you stop pretending to be worth anything more than a warm place for His cock." I let go of her hair, and step back from her, sitting as she had on Your desk just a few minutes prior. "Now strip. And leave those come-fuck-me shoes on. It shows Him what you, well, should be for, anyway." I add, disgusted.

she, finally, quickly unbuttons her shirt, throwing it to the floor. Then zips down her skirt. she has a great figure, nice tits, a thin waist. I would have chosen more revealing bra and panties for the day I decided to seduce My boss, but hey, we obviously all can't be Me.

"The bra and panties too." I push, getting up to walk around the desk. I stand behind You.

"What do You think, Master? she is rather pretty, if a little trying." i run my hand down Your chest, the other through Your hair...bending to bite and suck Your neck...You moan, responding to my touch, and my hand finds Your cock, stroking it over the fabric.

she takes down her white panties, revealing a bare cunt. Next her bra...at least they match, I note...and she stands before us, nude, twisting a lock of her now mussed hair.

"P-please..." she pleads...tears streaking her cheeks in embarrassment.

"Very trying." i groan and stop my stroking. "Of all things, I thought you'd realize you were hired as eye candy." I pull at Your tie, undoing it completely, starting at Your buttons. "Come here and kneel before Him, put your hands behind your back."

she listens, quickly finding her place at Your feet. I unzip Your trousers, taking Your hard cock out...Your precum oozes, coating Your shaft.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I tease her, stroking You. "Open your mouth, whore." I run My dripping finger down her tongue, then slide Your tie from Your neck, walking behind her.

"Hold still." I kneel behind her and bind her wrists to her ankles.

"There. Now, you want His cock?"

"Yes." she whines.

"How bad?" I forcefully spread her legs, and she cries out, struggling against me. I run my finger through her slit...

...she's soaked.

"Oh...so badly...look at that Sir..." I mock, holding My glistening fingers up to You. I search the floor...where are they? Ah. I wipe the juices on her panties, adding Your precum to the material.

Then shove them in her mouth. She screams...but it's muffled. I smirk.

"...will You please give me the green toy?" I ask You as she struggles harder...and drips on the floor.


You shiver, watching us, and then unlock Your bottom desk drawer, pulling out a suctioned dildo and handing it to me.

"Generally, I fuck this while He rails my ass." I mention distractedly, as I tilt the toy infront of her. her eyes grow round.

"Just in case you need relief." I lick the bottom, and stick it on the floor so it teases her clit.

"Will You fuck me, Sir...i'm so wet...and it wouldn't be fair to not give the poor girl a show after all she's been through."

Wordlessly, You pull me to You, shoving me down on the desk, and slamming hard into my cunt. i know better than to wear panties at the office (unlike that stupid whore)...and You decimate my pussy, thrust after brutal thrust, lifting my leg upon the desk to give her a good view.

You pull out, slapping Your thick cock against my wet cunt, coating my ass.

"Yessssssss – fuck my ass – so fucking hard. i want You to anal fuck me like a whore..." i plead...

She squirms on the floor, rubbing her clit on the toy...

You impale my ass and i scream...thrusting back at You...pulling myself open so she can watch. You grunt, thrusting hard and deep. Your cock tearing at me...relentless...You flick my clit and i cry and scream as my orgasm washes over me...Your cock growing harder and hotter...

You pull out and coat me with it, trembling and erupting, howling in Your climax...Your seed splashing my cunt...my ass...and i reach down to play with it, moaning in ecstasy. 

We shiver and kiss, Your tongue strong and searching in my mouth...and i whine as Your lips leave mine. We cast our eyes down...she's thrusting madly upon the toy...

Bound.

Gagged.

...and desperate. 

"Not bad, but not good enough." You bend and whisper to her, buckling Your pants. i smooth my skirt, reveling in Your compliment...and Your seed.

"We'll be back in an hour – do finish up by then." I flick the lights, and close the door.



Jealousy



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