2 comments/ 27194 views/ 7 favorites Preconceptions Ch. 01 By: BrettJ Darryl Turner practically broke the Speed Limit racing to get home. He knew that the fight he'd been having with Barby, his newlywed bride was now officially over. Thank God for that! He was ecstatic about that, because he hated fighting with her. From the very first second he'd laid eyes on the pretty 21-year old, he'd been smitten. She had walked into his Drama Class and the 26-year old University Professor was a goner. Barby Hill was sheer, exquisite, compact perfection. Everything he'd ever wanted, tied up in a neat, delectable 5'2" package. From her strawberry-blonde hair, to her bluish-grey eyes, to her pretty nose with its light dusting of freckles, her slightly crooked smile. From her gorgeous, round breasts, high and firm, to her sexy legs which she never failed to show off. Perfection. Irresistible. From the moment she'd walked into his Drama class, she had him. Her personality commanded attention. Barby was fearless, she sat right in front, short-skirted and high-heeled, the stiletto points of her shoes catching the sunlight. When she spoke, her voice was soft and husky, suiting her perfectly. She had an eager, facile mind, when she asked or answered a question, it was always pertinent to the discussion. In every exercise, she put her all into it. When she did a love scene with one of the male actors, Darryl was clearly jealous. Men swarmed around her like bees, but unbeknownst to Darryl, she'd set her sights on him. He tried hard to resist, it lasted for a week. Darryl realized that life was too short, so he broke University protocol and asked her out for coffee. Barby played it coy – for all of about 45 seconds, she was as deeply infatuated with him as he was with her. She thought him extremely sexy in a scholarly kind of way. Barby melted every time she saw him, his strong masculine face with it's firm jawline, piercing brown eyes. She liked his dark brown, slightly rumpled hair and his goatee with the few streaks of grey. This was the man for her and Barby was not to be dissuaded. For their coffee date, she decided to put on some extra "oomph". She wore a tight pair of short-shorts, a snug halter top, her hair up slightly, and another pair of stilettos, black. Darryl barely tasted the coffee, he was so overcome with her sheer loveliness. She was like a little sprite that had enchanted him. Not wanting their time together to end, Darryl asked Barby out to dinner, which she readily accepted. It was one of the most amazing nights of his life, the sometimes-staid collegian had never met anyone like her. Darryl followed that dinner with another impulsive action. He asked her out for dinner the following evening and asked her to marry him. Ring in pocket, he got down on his knees and popped the question. He was sure he was soaked with perspiration, he was terrified she would say no, think him insane, reject him. Crying like a baby, Barby happily wailed "Yes, Yes, YES!" and hugged him so tight he thought his eyes would pop out. They found a Justice of the Peace that night and were married. He called the University that night and told them he wouldn't be in for a few days, he was going on his honeymoon. Darryl thought the Dean's secretary, nosy old Mrs. Beals, would have a coronary. Snuggling close, her head on his shoulder as they drove to Niagara Falls [ Barby had never been there before ] she looked up at him with her beautiful eyes and asked "Are we crazy?" She smelled wonderful, lilac and baby powder. Darryl had never felt so happy, so in-love. "If we are, who cares. I know that I love you. I know you love me. You're my wife, I'm your husband, that's how it's going to be, got that?" "Yes, Professor sir!" Barby giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Darryl got a helluva lot more than a kiss on the cheek when they got to the Hotel. She wiggled out of the tight pink mini-dress she'd been wearing, totally nude underneath. The little minx didn't even have tan lines. Aggressively, Barby pushed her husband down on the bed, rubbing her succulent tits over his face. He took one nipple in his mouth, she cooed with delight, ripping his shirt off, buttons popping off like popcorn. Barby kissed down, down, down, her scrumptious tits wrapped around his cock moments later, moving up and down his shaft teasingly. Barby let his dick move in between her breasts, licking at it, then taking it into her mouth. She slithered, licked, teased and fellated him – then she let her Darryl return the favor. He'd only done this a few times, his previous lovers had been rather unimaginative. His sweet Barby was so tasty, she practically had to pull his lapping face out of her pussy. When the newlyweds finally FUCKED – for they were now so hot for each other, the sex was pure, raw animal lust – the sexkitten wrung an orgasm from her new husband unlike anything he'd ever known. Darryl returned the favor by fucking holy hell out of her tiny body, she slammed and screwed him back with equal fervor. They were a perfect match. Sex was like that almost every time, their lovemaking was unique and innovative. Barby liked that Darryl would pamper her, bathing her, giving her little nibbly kisses, making her feel loved and like a wife. Darryl, in turn, was captivated by Barby's erotic heat. She never seemed to tire. Her youth didn't bother him either. She had a maturity beyond her years, she was smart, funny and sparkled. When they went to dinner in the Hotel restaurant, every eye was on his wife. Barby only had eyes for him. Like all good things, the honeymoon came to an end. The newlyweds moved into Darryl's new house. His mother had finally settled accounts with his deadbeat dad, who had paid no child support for nearly 20 years. He'd come into money, Darryl's mother had hired a shark of an attorney, who got a hell of a settlement. She generously shared the wealth with her son, and daughter, Jisel. Barby only had a few bags to pack, having the meager possessions of a student. She gave her roommate Belinda a hug, promised to call and off the couple went. Once they got to their new home, Darryl insisted on carrying her over the threshold. From there, they made their way to the shower, where he screwed her from behind, water splashing everywhere. They laughed and played and carried on until they fell into an exhausted slumber. It had been a wonderful month until 2 nights ago, when they'd had their first fight. Over breakfast, Barby asked him straight out if he'd finally called his mother yet, to tell them about their marriage and to invite her for dinner, so she and Barby could meet. No, he hadn't done that yet. Barby flat-out erupted. "Why the FUCK not?" she raged. Darryl saw that his bride had a redhead's temper, but he kept calm, trying to placate her. "Barby hon, I am not sure how to tell my Mother about us. How do you say – Oh gee Mom, I married one of my students after 2 dates. As for my mother - she's – well, it's hard to put into words." True. Deandra was unique. She could be imperious, imposing, complex. She was the type who didn't suffer fools gladly. When his dad walked out 18 years ago, she just pulled up her socks, jumped right in, taking on a job as a Private Secretary and going to school 3 nights a week. She'd worked her way up to being Executive VP of the company, supporting him and Jisel both. Darryl had no idea how to tell her about Barby, despite how wonderful she was. "Oh, by the way mater, I married one of my students after only 2 dates?" Barby just looked at him with a straight face and said: "We will invite her to dinner and you will tell her Darryl, simple as that." "No way in hell, angel. NOTHING with my mother is simple as that." Barby had stamped her foot, they'd argued and he slept alone on the couch that night. He went to class the next morning, feeling rotten. Not only that, the furor over him marrying a student was not yet over. Some of the faculty and students pointed at him and made comments, but Darryl was almost oblivious to them. He just knew that he missed seeing his wife's sweet face in class that day, he missed having lunch with her. That was precisely when his cell rang. His Caller ID showed it was her, his pulse raced. "I'm sorry, I love ..." "Can you be home in an hour?" "I think so, but ... " "Get your gorgeous ass home ASAP, my darling hubby. I have a surprise for you." Darryl made excuses to the students, dismissed them early and raced home. He knew what Barby's "surprises" were like, always sexual and exciting. One time, it'd been explicit pictures of her and Belinda, her hot ex-roomie, enjoying lesbian sex. Barby gave him all the juicy details, all the while giving him slow, arousing head. He'd practically fucked her into the bedsprings. On a different occasion, she'd gone lingerie shopping and spent her entire paycheck on frilly underwear, new stilettos and the sexiest, trashiest leather bustier with matching thigh-high boots. She modeled each item for her husband, teasing and driving him crazy. She told Darryl that she'd flirted outrageously with the sales clerk and gotten them for 50% off. He felt jealous pangs until she told him the clerk was a sexy, 18-year old High-School senior. "Maybe sometime I'll invite her over, baby" she purred as he fucked her from behind, slapping her gorgeous rump. Barby's bi-sexuality turned him on greatly, Darryl couldn't wait to experience it firsthand. He wondered if perhaps she'd invited the ex-roommate over? The salesgirl? Hell, knowing Barby, she'd have considered both? Maybe she'd found an ad for a Call Girl and done something naughty like that. Darryl put nothing past his naughty wife. He made only one brief stop, a Florist, to buy her roses. He knew from the misery of the past 2 days that he'd forgive her anything and she was right. He would call Deandra tomorrow, have her to dinner and tell her everything. He hoped he could smooth things over afterward. Barby had given him no clues about the surprise, only telling him to "come in quietly" when he got home. He obeyed that request, put the roses in a crystal vase and went upstairs, mind going over all the infinite variants. Darryl entered the room slowly, smelling Barby's Jasmine-scented candles. He could see his wife and someone else on the bed – from the visual and sighs, another female. DAYUM! His first threeway. The other woman, as he looked closer, was tall and sensual, older than his wife, with a great body, from what he could see of it. He saw his adored wife, clad in silver "fuck me" shoes, lacy black lingerie wide open, her eyes shut in pleasure. Her new partner's hands were all over Barby's supple tits, fondling gently, caressing the soft mounds of his wife's titflesh. Darryl's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he could see that the woman and his wife were joined, pussy-to-pussy, by a large double-dildo. "Ohh Christ, that feels good!" the woman moaned in a voice Darryl seemed to recognize in a dim fog. "Oh yeahhh, feels great to me too darling, move that horny cunt baby!" Barby yelped, hunching her own body upward. Barby's eyes opened now, she caught Darryl's eye and waved. Barby then shifted her body slightly, so he could easily see the other woman in bed with her more clearly. Fucking Christ. It was Deandra! His own MOTHER, the paragon of virtue and self-control, having lez-sex with his wife? He fell over, stunned, causing both women to look over in his direction. "Well, look who the cat dragged in" his mother said in a nonchalant tone. She moved up and away from the toy and her daughter, swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat up, looking at Darryl directly. "It's about time you got home, baby!" Barby said with a giggle. "Darryl dear, it was very inconsiderate of you not to tell me about this fuckable, lovely girl of yours!" his mother said in a soft, chiding tone. It was a highly disconcerting, as Deandra was naked and making no attempt to cover up. "You two want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Darryl asked, still trying to regain his composure "Well – I invited your mother to dinner, not telling her too much. When she showed up, I told her about us. Darryl darling, your mother is a lot more understanding than you thought. She and I started talking. Then, our conversation got a bit – flirty – and well .... " " ... One thing lead to another!" Deandra said, French-kissing her daughter. Darryl still couldn't believe this wanton woman was the polished, refined woman who'd raised him. Looking at Deandra through new eyes, Darryl realized she looked considerably different. Her hair was hanging loose and was blonde, sexy, windswept. Her body was much sleeker than he remembered, and her tits ... "You're staring, darling" Deandra chided her son. "Sorry Mother, you just look so ... " "Fucking HOT !" Barbi growled, kissing one of his mother's erect nipples. "Uhh – I was going to say different , but now that you mention it, yes." he said, still unable to stop watching his mother and bride engaged in lesbian love play. "Thank you dear, I'm glad you like. You have your sister Jisel to thank for my new look." "Jisel?" "Mmm-hmm. She suggested that now that your father was finally paid up, I should use some of the back alimony to get my hair done, join and gym and ... " she giggled and hefted her tits " ... I got these done. Like Mommy's new tits?" "LOVE 'em!" Barby cooed, running her tiny hands all over his mother's body. It was crazy, this incestuous desire he was feeling, but it was undeniable. He wanted to join them, he desperately wanted to fuck his mother. She sure as hell didn't look her 46 years, she didn't look a day over 30. Tall, leggy and blonde, legs in black stockings and stilettos that were similar to the ones Barby favored. God, she was a hot, fuckable exciting creature. "SOMEONE has too many clothes on!" Barby said excitedly, jumping off the bed and pulling her husband close to she and Deandra. "Come on, DeeDee!" "DeeDee?" "This little imp started calling me that darling, and I like it. I think it suits this new personality!" his mother said, fumbling at his pants. She unzipped him, to his astonishment, taking out his cock. "Damn! You didn't get THIS from your father!" With that, she plunged her ruby-red lips down on his cock and began sucking him. "One big happy family!" Barby said, clapping her hands. She moved over and straddled her husband, now in his glory. Darryl had so many questions, but none of the came readily to mind. For now, all that he could think of was his cocksucking mother and delectable wife, who had enriched his life even more! God, he loved her! "He's fucking good at this DeeDee, come on, switch with me, let him eat your pussy!" Barby squealed. "Okay babydoll!" DeeDee purred, kissing Barby's soft, pouty lips while she moved over Darryl's sucking mouth. He was eating his mother's cunt . Plump, full and wet, it was different from Barby's, but no less enjoyable. She rode his face while his plump-titted wife rubbed her boobs all over him, blowing his dick and mind simultaneously. His cock was raging, full of blood and harder than Darryl could ever remember it being. His throbbing cock desperately wanted to be in a pussy. Barby removed her lips from her husband's cock and pulled DeeDee from his sucking lips. "Time to fuck!" Barby said cheerily. "Who goes first?" "Well sugar, you gave me such a good ride earlier, and I'd love to see my son's style. Fuck your wife Darryl – show Mommy what a good stud she raised!" It was still freaking Darryl a bit that he was in bed with Deandra and Barby, how sexual his mother was, but not enough that his cock wasn't aching to be in Barby's cunt again. Darryl happily watched as she squirmed, wriggled and took his rod into her pussy, bouncing her sweet ass as she rode his prick. Barby leaned forward and kissed her mother passionately while she fucked her husband. "Welcome to the family!" DeeDee purred, returning the sweet kisses. "Thanks, you fucking horny bitch!" Barby teased back. "Ohh, DeeDee, your son's got such a good cock, he's the best lover, really!" She rolled her hips and body forward, driving more of her husband's big dick inside of her, while his mother fondled her tits and kissed her sweetly. "Oh, babygirl, I assure you, I plan to find out!" DeeDee said as she leaned over. For the first time, Darryl kissed his mother as a lover. Jeez, she could kiss! Did she always have the underlying sensuality, just waiting to be awakened? "Mom, you're so wild and sexual. What the hell was Dad thinking leaving a hot babe like you?" "Darryl darling, your father didn't leave me because I didn't like to fuck, I told him that he was a lousy lay and a cheat. He didn't like hearing the truth, so he took off!" DeeDee stated as she ran her perfectly-manicured fingers over his broad chest. "From what I can see by the way you're fucking this adorable tigress, I won't have any complaints – and neither will she!" "But Mom, the incest ...?" "Pooh, we're all consenting adults. Barby and I, we're kindred spirits, right darlin'?" DeeDee said as her daughter winked at her. Darryl was happier than he could ever remember being. He and his mother were forging a new bond, he had a wife he adored, there were no secrets, everything was now out in the open. It was all a sensual, warm feeling, loving and free. He watched as Deandra reached out and stroked Barby's clit and his cock. It did an extra little jump at that. "It likes me!" DeeDee giggled. Darryl found the girlish, sexy side of his mother sexy and appealing. It turned him on, to know she could be sexy and playful. Barby wriggled around a bit and moved off his cock. "It's time sweetie!" Barby purred, changing places with DeeDee. "Fuck her. Be a motherfucker!" Darryl couldn't wait. Unlike Barby, DeeDee moved around and put her long, firm legs around his neck. "Drill me baby!" she growled. "Fuck the shit out of me! Barby, you come here instead, I want to muff-dive while my son is fucking me!" Naughty imp Barby was never one to turn down so good pussy-eating, so she straddled DeeDee's eager face. In the meanwhile, Darryl was giving it to his fucktoy mother with all he had. His cock was packing her pussy with the cockmeat she craved, she was grooving on it. "Ohh, my sweet baby! What a fucking great lay you are, what a man I raised. Give it to me baby, fuck me, fuck mommy's horny cuuunnttttt!" That was all it took. Darryl let himself go, momentarily forgetting if his mother was on birth-control or not, losing it and shooting off. The minute he finished cumming, his slut-bride moved into his mother's – shaved? - snatch and began licking her clean. Darryl watched his mother's face contort as she orgasmed from his wife's licking tongue and the fucking she had just received. Darryl couldn't get over the excitement of the night, watching them go at each other again was inspiring his hard-on. He felt his cock jump and had a flash of inspiration. "Hey Mom – you and Barby want to join me in the shower? Never had someone wash my back AND front before!" They did, joining him for loving, soapy, sudsy fun. When the trio finally fell asleep, it was in a contented pile. As he drifted off, Darryl counted his blessings for being given the wonderful gift that was his Barby. Preconceptions Ch. 02 "More coffee darling?" Darryl's mother offered as he tried to finish his breakfast. DeeDee had been the first one up and decided that after their fuckathon last night, a large breakfast was needed. Deandra was a superb cook, she'd considered opening her own restaurant at one time, so breakfast was marvelous, although Darryl was finding it a bit hard to eat with his naked wife perched on his lap, smooching him between bites. "Yes, thanks Mom!" he smiled as she poured him another cup and sat down. Barby leaned over and planted a firm kiss on her mother's soft lips. Deandra had dressed for breakfast, although Darryl still had the image of her nakedness burned into his mind. It was still hard to wrap his mind around the concept he'd fucked his mother last night, let alone participated in a threesome with her and Barby. "So son, did Mommy blow your mind last night?" Deandra teased him. "Among other things!" Barby giggled. Darryl nipped Barby's ear and smiled at his mother. She was still a strong, commanding presence, but now there was an overlay of sexuality, like a lioness. She patted him on the cheek and finished her coffee. "Hey, don't you have to be at work?" he asked his mom. "I took the morning off -- after all these years of hard work, I'm entitled to some play-time!" Deandra purred, running her foot along her son's leg. He saw Barby wink at his mother and wondered just what the hell the two of them were up to now? If it was more sex, he muster up all of his strength. "I think I should go upstairs and get dressed." Deandra said, dashing that thought to the ground. "What about you?" he said to Barby, who hopped off his lap. "I'm going to get dressed and you should call your sister." "Jisel? What the heck for?" "Well, for one thing, you and your sister have been best friends for years and you haven't seen her since we were married, and for another, it was your sister's idea that your Mom have a makeover and look at how that turned out and for another thing, you don't have any classes this afternoon." Barby said firmly. "It is very hard to argue with you, know that?" Darryl said, smiling as he kissed her lips. "You better believe it, buster!" Barby said. "I have some errands to run, so give Jisel a call and meet her for lunch or something." Darryl had already figured out that arguing with Barby was pointless and she seemed to have good instincts, so he picked up the phone and called Jisel. A soft, sleepy-sounding voice came over the line. "Hello?" "Hey Sunshine ... " Darryl said, using her childhood nickname " ... it's your favorite brother." "You're my only brother!" Jisel said, still sounding not-quite awake. "Hello stranger, been a while." "Yeah, sorry about that, but life got in the way and ... " "You got married. I heard." "I meant to call you and tell you, but I ... well, there's no excuse. I'm sorry. Hey, did I wake you up, you sound beat." "I'm tired, but never mind that. It's nice to hear your voice and I'm happy you found someone. So, what can I do for you?" " Wellll .... I think we've got a fair bit of catching up to do, so Barby suggested we meet for lunch." "Barby." "The wife." "Oh. Well, lunch sounds good, you going to bring along this hottie who finally caught my brother?" "Nope, she's got errands, she says. Just you and me, like the old days. So, how about it?" "Yeah, that sounds nice. How about Italian, still your favorite?" "Of course. How about Charlie's at noon?" Jisel agreed, Charlie's had been the favorite restaurant since they were kids. He went upstairs to dress and found Barby only half-dressed in a very sexy, violet-lace bran and matching thong. She was just about to put on garterbelt and stockings when he put his arms around the tiny sexkitten and started nuzzling her neck. "Hey, I'm trying to get dressed here!" she giggled as he hugged her close. "It's your own fault for being so damned sexy!" he said in a gruff tone he didn't really mean. "Do we have time to fool around?" "Oh no, your mother's still here!" Barby teased. "She might hear us!" "Oh, we can't have that !" Darryl joked back. "Seriously -- I don't have to meet Jisel until noon, we've got some time, don't we?" Barby looked at her husband wistfully. "Sorry sweets, but no. I have to be out of here in about 30 minutes and I'm going to drop your mother off at work." "My ears are burning!" Deandra said as she walked into the bedroom. Dressed in a stylish black pinstripe business suit, she looked different -- or was it just that Darryl was seeing her in a new light? The suit hugged every curve and the top was low-cut with a generous expanse of cleavage showing and a lacy cami underneath was visible. She was wearing heels, but Darryl noticed they were stilettos. There was an aura of sexuality surrounding Deandra -- DeeDee -- that had not been there before. "Your son was trying to get me back in bed!" Barby said as she gave Deandra a hug. "Can't say that I blame him, you little minx!" DeeDee said as she and her daughter kissed softly. Darryl didn't think he'd ever get used to his mother's new, freewheeling sexual attitude. Barby had swept into his life and turned it topsy-turvy. Happily, these were irreversible changes. Only an insane person would turn down more sex and Darryl knew his mother had not raised any crazy kids. Barby and Deandra left about 15 minutes later and Darryl graded some papers until he had to leave to meet Jisel. Barby had been right, he shouldn't have ignored his family for so long. When his dad had bailed, he and Jisel and their mother had been a team. It'd been them against the world, his 2-years-older sibling protective and always with good advice. Jisel had been married for 5 years already, her husband Frank was a successful attorney. He took good care of his sister, even if he was dull as dishwater, Darryl thought. Jisel was her usual self, punctual to the minute. She gave him a big hug and sat down, crossing her legs and obviously very happy to see her younger brother. Her hair was longer since the last time he'd seen her, but she still radiated happiness and cheer like she always had. Dressed in a form-fitting, short white dress with matching heels, she was as beautiful as ever. He wondered with all the men who had pursued her, why had she chosen Frank? "So -- you're a married man, congratulations. We'll have to have some kind of reception for you both. Will I like her?" Darryl's first thought was Mom sure does , but he brushed it aside. "Yes -- most everyone does. Barby's an infectious spirit, you're an upbeat lady, you'll get along like a house on fire!" "Well, it's easy to see she's been good for you -- you seem -- lighter. Happier. A bit less stuffy. It's a nice change, baby brother." "You know I still hate it when you call me that!" Darryl bristled. "I know -- hey, I'm famished. Pizza or Bolognese?" " BOTH! !" they shouted in unison, like they had when they were kids. They always split a plate of spaghetti and a medium pizza, each and every time, that way they got to have both of their favorites and not have to chose. Jisel laughed along with her brother. " Plus ca change ... " she smiled. Darryl laughed -- his sister was also far superior to he in French, but he knew it meant "the more things change". The waitress came and took their order and they got to talking. "So bro -- tell me about Barby. What's she like?" "She's the best thing that ever happened to me. I think -- no, I know - I was meant to wait for her. She's a ray of sunshine. When she looks at me with her eyes, I just melt. She loves me with all her heart, she's sexy beyond words and she's bright and articulate and sexy and ... " "You said sexy twice!" Jisel beamed. "Wow -- you're really smitten." "Sexy twice applies. Oh yeah, she's a wonderful lover, too -- although maybe we shouldn't talk about that" Darryl answered. "Why not? We've always been open about sex, you do remember that it was me that first got you laid?" Jisel smiled as their food came. They split the pasta on to two plates and each took a slice of "Meat Lovers" pizza and began eating. Darryl sighed. "Of course I remember and I must've thanked you a thousand times. Brandy was a great partner for my first" he smiled. That was true. Jisel's best friend had acceded to her request to take her younger brother's virginity. At that age the girls had been inseparable and were often called "the twinx" - they looked very much alike, although Brandy wasn't quite a curvy as Jisel. When Jisel had asked her friend to "do the deed" and take Darryl to bed, there hadn't been too much arm-twisting, Brandy loved to fuck and liked new challenges. Darryl wasn't exactly unattractive, even if he was younger and once she seduced the younger man, Darryl had been a wonderful experience for Brandy as well. In fact, so wonderful they'd kept on fucking for over a year until Brandy's family moved away. Jisel knew all about Darryl's relationship with Brandy -- the girls harbored no secrets and even though Brandy had been dating the star quarterback, she hadn't been fucking him. "Your brother is sooo good!" she told Jisel during one sleepover. "Who needs to fuck the quarterback? Besides, this way, I get to keep my reputation!" she had giggled. "So -- Barby as good in bed as Brandy?" Jisel teased her younger sibling as he twirled a mouthful of pasta around on his fork. "Jisel, there are no words to describe that wife of mine. Cripes, there are probably porn actresses who aren't as good in bed as she is!" Darryl said as his sister drank some of her coffee. "That good, hmm? Good for you! It's about time you had a sex life!" "What do you mean? I had a sex life before!" Jisel sniffed. "Not much of one, from what I could see. A few other professors, a woman or two over the years, but no one you ever seemed to get excited about." Darryl retorted. "What about Frank? He certainly doesn't seem like a ball of fire, and he's 15 years older than you, to boot. What the hell does he have to offer in the sack?" Coolly, Jisel responded "Don't underestimate Frank. He's very creative. Oh, and he's hung like a horse." Jisel had done it again, Darryl nearly choked on a mouthful of pizza, but washed it down with some coffee. His sister had never had a "censor" button and usually said what was on her mind. Being outrageous was nothing new to the curvy blonde, who just sat there with a smug grin on her pretty face. "Jeez sis, you're still a pistol!" Darryl laughed when he regained his composure. "I used to think you married Frank for his money." "Well, it doesn't hurt, but nope, married him for his dick!" Jisel purred, leaning in closer to her brother. It was always easy to see why Frank had married his sister, her more-than-ample charms were on display, plus she was fun and spunky and a joy to be around. If she wasn't his sister, older or not, he'd have tried to get into her pants. He was lucky she wasn't a mind reader -- after the pleasantries last night and early this morning with their mother, Darryl's brain was still lust-filled. "Hey -- are you thinking about sex again?" Jisel laughed. "I can always tell when you have sex on the brain -- you get that moony look you used to get after you'd come home from a night out with Brandy." "Well, it has been the topic for most of our lunch hour!" Darryl shot back. Jisel smiled. "This is true. You and I could always talk openly though. So, what were you thinking just now?" "You're not going to let it go, are you?" "No -- so spill it." Darryl sighed and told Jisel "If you must know, I was thinking about how pretty -- no, how sexy - my older sister is and if you weren't my sister, I'd be trying to fuck you." Jisel's face didn't register shock in the slightest, she just calmly said "Oh? That's very flattering Darryl, thank you. Is it only the fact that you're my brother that's stopping you?" Darryl was momentarily shocked speechless, but he recovered quickly. "Well -- yeah, that and the fact that you're married !" Jisel leaned close to her brother so that he could see her beautiful baby-blues and smell her sexy perfume. "Don't let either of those things stop you." Darryl couldn't believe his ears. What the hell ...? His sister spoke again. "Look Darryl ... you're a very handsome man, and if you weren't my brother, I'd want to fuck you too. So it's only the societal Taboo that's stopping us -- and I really don't care about that. Who are we hurting? Who's going to know? Why not just have a little fun?" Darryl tried -- but after the events of yesterday and earlier that morning, he knew he couldn't refute his sister's logic. Everyone was an adult and he doubted Barby would mind -- in fact, he would have bet good money on the fact if she walked in on them, she'd jump right in and ravish Jisel herself. The lusty image of his blonde sister and sexkitten wife tangled up together was getting to him. Barby and Jisel, Jisel and Barby and DeeDee and Jisel and Barby and ... "Hello? Earth to kid brother?" "Huh? Oh, sorry Jisel. I was just ... " Jisel leaned over and kissed her brother, but it was a most unsisterly kiss. It wasn't a long kiss, she didn't want to make a public spectacle, but she left no doubt as to her intentions. She was his for the asking, should he want to pursue this option. "Listen to me Darryl" she said in a gentle, yet firm, tone. "This offer has an expiry date. If you think about it too much, you'll chicken out. I'm offering you a chance most guys would kill for -- to fuck this hot blonde body of mine. Don't be a fool Darryl, take me home and fuck me !" Darryl was still undecided, then the waitress came and asked if they wanted any dessert. It seemed to break his tension, he smiled and said "No, thank you Terry, we have something to do." He paid the bill and looked over at Jisel. "We do?" "We do. Your place or mine?" "Yours. I'm not sure when Mark will be home, he's in court today. What about your wife?" "Barby said she had errands to run this afternoon, so we have time." Darryl didn't see the need to tell his sister that even if Barby were to come home, chances are she'd probably just ask to join them. Why upset the apple cart? He took his sister's arm and led her to his car. "Where's yours?" he asked. "I took a cab. Figured if we decided to have some wine with lunch, it'd be safer." "Jeez, why didn't I think of that? We should have had some wine, to celebrate and ... " Jisel pulled her brother close and kissed him, much harder and with more passion this time. "We can have some wine later baby ... we'll have lots more to celebrate then, won't we?" Darryl found the drive home difficult -- seeing Jisel sitting there with an inscrutable smile on her face. Had she been thinking of this before? Had there been unspoken incestuous feelings all those years, lying dormant between them? Perhaps -- one of the appealing things about fucking Brandy was she was a fair bit like Jisel, were he to be honest. His sister was beautiful, any man would want her -- but he found it odd that she had similar thoughts regarding him. Jisel could have her pick of any man and she had money and style and ... okay, he had to stop thinking that way. He wanted this time with her to be memorable and if he wasn't careful, he was going to psych himself out. They reached his place and he helped her out of the car. Her dress hugged every curve and when she slid around to get out, he saw she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose. The white shoes were stilettos and went nicely with her outfit. Even when they were younger, Jisel insisted everything go together, it was her way. He watched the gentle sway of her buttocks as she walked into the house and looked around. "It's a very nice home Darryl, but I think I'd like to see the bedroom now" she purred. His sister's voice in a sexual way was a real turn-on, he couldn't say anything, so he just took her hand and led her upstairs. Darryl was glad both her and Barby were somewhat fastidious about housekeeping, the bedroom was tidy once again. He really didn't feel like explaining to Jisel what he, his wife and mother had been up to the night before. She was looking around the room, then she looked over at him. She smiled. "It's time" she stated plainly. Jisel came to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her kiss was soft, sweet and tender, but her tongue slid against his. All thoughts of kissing a sister went out the window, he was kissing a lover. She backed away from him and Darryl felt a bit disappointed, hoping she hadn't changed her mind. She hadn't. Jisel undid the zipper at the front of her dress and with a quiet zipppp it slid to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood before her brother, proudly. Darryl tried not to gawk, but it wasn't easy. Jisel's body exceeded his expectations. He knew his sister was gorgeous, he'd seen her in a bikini often enough -- but he'd underestimate how gorgeous. She was soft and supple curves, tan and healthy looking. Her bra was black satin and she wore matching black satin panties, French-Cut, with sexy stockings held up by a garter belt. Black and white -- it was so Jisel, it all worked. Clearly, her beauty was devastating and Darryl was just trying to take it all in. Jisel walked towards her brother and placed her arms around his neck and shoulders. She kissed him and this kiss was the best of them all -- full of promise and lust. Years of pent-up desire were in that kiss, his lips met hers and they just stood there, lips mashed together, brother and sister lost in a carnal desire both had long been suppressing. Darryl was younger, but his gentle masculinity overwhelmed Jisel, she longed to strip off his clothes, see him naked, feel her own body impaled on his flesh and partake of unspeakable pleasures. Her patience was nearing an end, she began unbuttoning his shirt and raking her nails over his skin. It was one of his turn-ons, she knew, either he or Brandy -- she couldn't remember which -- had once told her that. Jisel's turn ons were ones Darryl would have to discover for himself, but one of them was a man's chest and her brother had kept in nice shape. She threw the shirt aside, not caring where it landed and went for his belt. She fumbled with it and seemed to have a problem, so Darryl took her hands, kissed them gently and unbuckled it. His trousers fell to the floor and now he had on only his boxers -- Jisel was almost tempted to pull them off with her teeth, but that was such a porno cliché, she giggled. Darryl was naked, Jisel was still in her lingerie -- it didn't seem right, so she turned around and said, simply "Please?" It was the start of the foreplay. Darryl deftly removed her bra and placed his hands on her breasts. They were round, full and soft, like a woman's should be. She leaned back against him and felt his heated breath on her neck and ears. Darryl caressed his sister slowly, adoringly, reverently as his hands slipped down her body and slid the panties off. Somehow, she knew he'd want her to leave the stockings and shoes on, so she took his hand and led him to the large bed. They moved together, side-by-side and kissed, with passion, with love, with a dash of kink thrown in for good measure. Jisel was practically mesmerized by Darryl's touch. He had beautiful hands, her body responded in kind. Darryl touched his sister's breasts and her nipples stiffened immediately. She melted back against him, eyes closed, she just allowed herself to be washed away by each erotic sensation. His hand slid down her stomach, smooth and flat and he found her thighs. He shifted himself around and his lips kissed each thigh where the stockings began. Preconceptions Ch. 02 "You have beautiful legs. You have beautiful everything !" Darryl told her adoringly. He wasn't about to take this afternoon for granted. "Please, just let me show you how sexy I think you are." "Oh, yesss!" Jisel sighed. Her brother's hands went all along one leg and up the other. He had her body trembling, she was aware of each little touch and she was heating up more with each passing second. In her most private fantasies, even ones so fantastic she could barely think of them, Darryl had not been this wonderful a lover. He kissed her belly sweetly and it tickled, but that was the tiniest prelude to what came next. Darryl was between his sister's legs and even there, she was unbelievably sexy. Her pussy was pink and pouty, the hair neatly trimmed into a tiny "Vee" and as he approached, the subtle aroma of her beckoned to him. He parted her pussylips and began to lick her. She moaned and he licked more, her juices began to flow. The honey that came from her cunt was sweet, he went after more with a tongue flicking to and fro, not for a second neglecting her throbbing clit. "Oh shit, oh fuck, don't you dare stop doing that!" Jisel cried out as her brother took her to new heights. It was obvious her brother loved to eat pussy and he was damned good at it and if she hadn't been so anxious to fuck him, she would have let him feast on her all-fucking-night! Her thighs closed around his head and she wondered if he was enjoying the feeling of her silk-covered legs against his skin? Darryl was enjoying her legs and the naughty words his older sibling was speaking, in between grunts and moans. He attacked her pussy with vigor, making sure he made her cum at least once and setting Jisel up for future orgasms. He continued to seek out the depths of his sister's pussy, but she pushed him away gently. "Okay -- enough of that, now it's my turn to give you a little loving, brother-mine. Let me see that cock of yours -- oh, myyyy !" Darryl's cock might not have matched her husband's in size or girth, but Darryl was certainly more well endowed than the average male. Jisel was sure he knew how to use it and couldn't wait to taste it, hold it in her hands and having it fuck deep into the recesses of her body. She was thrilled to be doing this and her body reacted accordingly -- her pussy was on fire and every synapse was crackling with erotic energy. Jisel loved oral sex -- sucking a cock was almost as thrilling to her as being fucked by one. The thrill she got knowing her mouth had power over a man, that her sucking lips could bring a strong man to his knees, it ran through her and inspired her each and every time to give her lovers the BJ of a lifetime. Darryl looked down and saw his blonde sister on the precipice of taking his cock in her mouth. Had he been a weaker man, Darryl might have cum right there and then -- it was sensual, perverse and it thrilled the young professor beyond belief. Jisel's lips formed a tight oval and then she slipped them over the head of his shaft. Her tongue swirled around the head and down his shaft, Darryl thought he might almost pass out from the sheer bliss of her sucking lips on his cock and balls. Darryl thought If walls could talk -- the action this room had seen in the past little while was mind-boggling. Jisel began to hum as she sucked his cock and Darryl nearly shot his wad there and then -- but he wanted to get the blonde fucktoy into bed and show her he was little brother in name only. Jisel had never wanted to fuck someone so badly in her life, so she disengaged her sucking lips from Darryl's rod and took his hand and led him back to the comfortable-looking bed. They sat down together and tumbled downward, kissing sweetly, but Jisel was ready for the action to start. She looked down at her brother and grinned broadly. "Do you like to have your cock ridden baby?" she teased. She was pretty sure Darryl liked a woman to ride his cock, he probably liked virtually any kind of sex. Fine with her -- they had time to indulge themselves, so she faced him and wiggled her pussy down, down, down and -- oh Lord -- felt her body being packed with cock. For a brief moment, she just allowed herself to luxuriate in the sensation of being filled with Darryl's cock, to let her mind wrap around the incest concept, but then she began to move her body and fuck him. At first, Jisel just rode him slowly -- she let her pussy accommodate the cock that was deep within her and she rolled her hips around and around, taking him in, then she moved her hips back and forth. Darryl's hands played with her body, stroking her big tits and skin, rubbing her tanned flesh as she swiveled and swerved on his cock. He guided her fucking body with his hands and she rode up and down on his cock, feeling it pump in and out of her cunt. She was in her glory, this was a naughty fantasy cumming true! Jisel wasn't content to just take it easy though -- she began to stop making slow and sensual love and then she began to fuck . Darryl could feel her begin to move up and down on his shaft, her pussy taking him in as she bounced around on his cock, she was thrusting down against his dick and he was moving up against her own body. Her head went back and her long blonde hair tossed from side to side as she moaned in delight, her eyes were closed and Darryl was intent on fucking her into an erotic stupor. Jisel had this look while fucking -- it was almost like someone had taught an Angel how to fuck. She was beautiful all the time, but while she was taking cock, it went to a whole new level. Her form had a sexy sheen to it and she pumped her body back and forth on her brother's cock, her pussy engulfing it and taking it in deeper. She concentrated and tightened her muscles around Darryls's prick she wanted him to know he was being screwed by someone who could easily keep up with him. "Fuck me you hard-dicked bastard!" Jisel moaned, her head flailing from side-to-side, her body arching up and then slamming down on his big dick. Jisel knew little Barby must be one happy lady, her brother sure as hell knew how to use his dick to his best advantage. As it surged in and out of her, she kept on matching him, stroke for stroke, fuck for fuck. "I am fucking you, you incestuous slut !" Darryl growled back. Part of him was still trying to wrap his head around the concept that he had now fucked both his mother and sister and felt absolutely no regrets. No one had been corrupted, everyone was quite happy with the choices they made and Darryl was getting the best sex of his life. Having sex with Jisel was a unique experience. First, because she was his sister, obviously. But she made love unlike his wife or their mother. She moved all around, let her body take control, she put her all into it and enjoyed slow, languid fucking. It was if she joined you and wrapped herself around you when you were fucking, like she was seeping into your skin while you screwed. "Let's try this !" Jisel insisted and she slid off his erect cock and lay down beside Darryl. "Move into me from behind baby, that's good, now fuck your sister's pussy this way!" Almost spooning, he fed Jisel his cock and moved in and out, it left his hands free to caress her neck, her hair and to fondle her ample titflesh. Jisel wiggled her body and was now pressed tight against her younger lover, while his cock moved in and out of her, his masculine chest was pressed into her back and she could feel him rubbing all over her. She felt great, being fucked and yet, she could feel the adoration as well. Darryl continued fucking his beautiful sibling and figured he had likely always wanted to -- it hadn't taken much convincing on his part and he'd know for years how beautiful she was. Some might call what he'd done in the past few days insane or perverse, but what did they know? He hadn't felt this alive in years and none of the women seemed to be complaining. "Oh, so good Darryl, so good, fuck my pussy more baby, fuck it more!" Jisel moaned. She was so pleased that even though his cock continued to surge deep within her, he wasn't neglecting the rest of her body, squeezing and kissing and fondling with every opportunity. "Okay, time for me to get impaled on that nice cock of yours!" Jisel purred. She moved away and up to the top of the bed, spread her legs apart and looked at her brother with loving eyes. His brown eyes sparkled with love and desire and he put his cock, slowly pumping in and out of her, her legs resting on his shoulders as Darryl fucked her with slow, deliberate strokes. Darryl loved the feeling of her stocking-clad legs resting on his shoulders, her little whimpers as his thick cock filled her pussy to the brink. He wanted to cum, but Jisel was someone he desperately wanted to please, so he held back until he could see she was about to climax. Jisel knew she should be tortured over the fact it was her own brother buried balls-deep in her pussy, but she wasn't. She was overjoyed and felt a sense of pride that her sibling was such a talented, careful lover. He wasn't fucking her hard, her body was being treated with respect and each stroke was like an erotic kiss. Her eyes closed -- it was here, it was here, it was here ! Jisel's pussy grabbed Darryl's cock and tried to milk him dry. Darryl watched the gorgeous expression on Jisel's face as she came, he pulled off and was about to shoot on her sexy skin, but Jisel beat him to the punch. She reached for his cock and gulped it down, his cum shot deep down her throat and she swallowed each and every drop. She licked it clean and pulled him down beside her. "We're doing that again Darryl. You were wonderful -- I need more of that dick of yours brother, soon as we can arrange it!" "You won't get any arguments from me sis, but no more today. It's getting late and we should get you home. C'mon, get dressed and I'll drop you off at home!" Even watching Jisel get dressed was sexy and Darryl agreed with her as he also dressed. They would have to do this again, but not behind Barby's back. He'd tell her all about it and he was sure she'd be cool with it. Perhaps Barby could convince Jisel to party with them the way DeeDee had? Seeing his spicy sexpot wife and his sensual sister together would be very, very cool. On the drive home, Jisel rested her head on Darryl's shoulder, her hand gently grazing his thigh. He gave her a gentle kiss as she unlocked the door to her home. Jisel invited him in for a cup of coffee -- they both needed one -- and then they heard a noise coming from upstairs. It was unmistakable -- Jisel ran upstairs, with Darryl close behind her. He followed Jisel to her bedroom and there it was, right before his eyes, yet another shock ... to be continued ... Preconceptions Ch. 03 Darryl Turner was stunned at what he saw going on in his sister's bedroom. He had just spent a lovely afternoon reconnecting with his sister over lunch and then really connecting with her during sex. Sex he knew that he would want again. Jisel had proven to be an incredible fuck, wild and erotic with a playful sensuality. To date, only two women had proven to be her superiors. One was their mother Deandra or "DeeDee" as she now liked to be called. The other was his gorgeous, sexy pixie of a wife, his delightful Barby. The same Barby who was now riding Jisel's husband Frank in a reverse-Cowgirl position. She was fucking the daylights out of Frank and had a delighted look on her face as her smooth, educated little cunt took Frank's cock deep inside of her. Barby was insatiable in bed and could likely outfuck any man, but Jisel's earlier appraisal of her husband had not been an exaggeration. Her husband was indeed hung like a horse. That didn't matter, what she had done with DeeDee and himself had been between the three of them. Frank was cheating on Jisel and Darryl wasn't quite sure what Barby was doing and what it meant to their relationship. He still wasn't used to the way Barby lived her life and by what rules. Even though he knew that he should be jealous and angry, Darryl found it hard to summon up those emotions. Barby in the midst of a fuck always looked so beautiful. They had talked about putting a large mirror in their bedroom because he loved to watch her fucking. Her supple, petite body was so beautiful to watch as she moved in the dances of passion. Today her hair was in a pigtail and her lovely face was involved in the moment. Her breasts were still high and firm and she writhed up and down. She was wearing pretty pink heels and the remnants of her lingerie were in a tidy pile on a nearby chair. Her body slammed down on Frank's cock and she groaned. At that moment, her eyes opened and she saw her husband and sister watching them. "Hi honey," Barby sighed and then began pumping her body up and down on Frank's cock. "Why don't you two strip and join us here? Once I'm done with Frank, I'll still have lots of energy for my hubby -- or his sister -- or both," she giggled. Barby's offer didn't shock him. By now, he knew his young wife was up for anything. Still, a few things had to be settled before anything further could happen. He couldn't be upset with her over fucking another man, not when he had fucked his mother and now, his sister. But Barby had no right to involve Frank and she was being a bit brazen in assuming Jisel would want any part of this. "Barby," he said in a calm, collected tone. "You are fucking my sister's husband." "I know that, silly," Barby giggled. "I'm also fucking my daddy." For the very first time in his life, Darryl thought he might faint. He felt Jisel's arms behind him, holding him up. "I think we should let them finish, you and I will go downstairs and make coffee," Jisel said to her brother. "We'll all talk in a little bit." Darryl nodded and turned his head back towards his wife and brother. They seemed oblivious to his presence and Barby was panting as her ... her father? ... fucked her from behind. His sister took his hand and led him downstairs to the kitchen. She looked at him with concern, it was obvious that all of this was troubling him. He looked shaken and his face was ashen. Jisel sighed and began to make the coffee. "How much did you know?" Darryl asked her in a voice that sounded scared and confused. Jisel's heart went out to her brother. She had looked out for him all of their lives and this was no different, although she hoped when he heard the full story he would feel a lot better. "I think we should wait until they get here and we'll explain everything," Jisel said as the coffee began brewing. It was almost a cue, Frank and Barby entered the kitchen at that moment. Barby had thrown on a robe to cover herself, although it seemed unnecessary. Everyone knew what the robe covered up. The strawberry-blonde sat on her husband's lap and kissed him gently. "I guess we have some explaining to do," Barby smiled, hugging her husband. "Don't be angry sweetie, everyone had your best interests at heart." Jisel and Frank nodded. "It's all ... so much," Darryl sputtered. "Okay -- my brother is also my father-in-law? My sister is my wife's stepmom? How can this be? Frank's last name is Richards, yours is Hill. Well, it used to be," Darryl buried his face in his hands. His wife's face smiled at him and he got lost in her eyes again. He knew that he would forgive her anything and that he still loved her fiercely. He just wondered what had been going on, what kind of conspiracy had he been unaware of? "I guess everyone should explain, right?" Barby nodded to the others, who smiled and looked back at her. "We should start from the beginning and that's me. I don't have my daddy's last name because he never married my mom and they don't get along. Which is dumb because my mother's a gorgeous redhead and daddy is a hunk ... oops, I'm getting off-track. I have my mother's last name, which is Hill." "I only saw my daughter a handful of times as she was growing up," Frank said as he poured himself coffee. "Meredith -- her mother -- lives in North Carolina. We talked on the phone and exchanged cards and letters, so when she told me she was coming here to attend university, I was thrilled. I offered to let her stay with us, but she told me she had things all arranged with a roommate and everything, so that was fine." "I knew about Frank's daughter and was happy they had re-connected," Jisel told her younger brother. "I believe family is important. So does mom and we were both sad that you hadn't found anyone yet. You needed someone special and you didn't have anyone." "That's where I came into the picture with a small bit of serendipity," Barby giggled, messing her husband's dark hair. "Frank wanted us all to get to know each other, so we started meeting for lunch a few times a week, sometimes just Barby and I and other times, all three of us," Jisel smiled. "I adored my new step-daughter and she liked me. When she told me she had a new crush, I asked her all about it. The more she talked about this man, the more familiar he sounded," she chuckled. "When she described you to a `T', I asked her a few questions and it confirmed my suspicions. Barby had a crush on my younger brother. I went home and talked it over with Frank. At first, he was against our meddling in your personal life." "I told them that you were entitled to live your own life and not to meddle," Frank grumbled as he poured himself another coffee. "I'm extremely glad that you changed your mind," Darryl laughed. "What convinced you?" Jisel raised her hand. "That would be us," she smiled. "I promised my darling husband that if you and Barby ended up together that the four of us could enjoy some very interesting times together. Frank had already confessed to me over a few martinis that he was sexually attracted to his daughter. I had no problem with that because I was sexually attracted to my younger brother, so we made a deal. It's all worked out for the best, hasn't it?" Darryl nodded and knew he couldn't argue with any of it. It felt a bit odd at first, to know his relationship with his pretty young wife had been engineered by Barby with the cooperation of his older sister. In the long run though, it mattered little. He would have ended up with Barby anyway, she had him mesmerized from the second he noticed her. She had cast a spell over him and day by day, she kept moving him forward and taking him to places he could only have imagined before. "It's all worked out for the best," he smiled, kissing his wife's beaming face. "Was mom in on it too?" Barby giggled and Jisel shook her head. "No, that was an unexpected surprise for us," she chuckled naughtily. Jisel didn't understand the reference and had a puzzled expression on her face. She looked at her sister and then her brother and all of a sudden, the reality hit her. "Oh my God, my brother is a motherfucker too!" Jisel howled and began to laugh. "He wasn't alone," Barby sighed. "Mmm, making it with DeeDee was a wonderful experience!" "DeeDee?" "That's what Barby calls mom," Darryl explained. "She seems to like it and it suits her. Well, it suits her now -- you'll see." "I think my mind is now officially blown," Jisel laughed. She pointed at her stepdaughter / sister. "You, you little minx, have surpassed all of our expectations. Since you've now made it with everyone in my family except for me, can I safely assume that it's finally my turn to hit the sheets with you?" Barby got off of her husband's lap and went over to Jisel. She wrapped her arms around Jisel's waist and pulled her close. "I think that's a safe assumption," she smiled as she kissed the sexy blonde warmly. Jisel was in an entirely new world. The desire to be with another woman had lurked below the surface for years and she had almost, almost made a pass at Brandy one time. Fearful of discovery by her mother or brother, she had pulled away. Now, in full view of her husband and brother, she was kissing this beautiful, sexy, vital young woman and it made her senses go swimming. Having Barby's sweet, gentle kisses mingle with her own was unlike any experience Jisel had ever known. She could feel her body heat up and it was such a sensation that she couldn't find the words to describe it. Today had been a day of firsts, a rendezvous with her beloved baby brother and now his wife -- and it was still early. With the men watching their every move, Barby led Jisel back to the bedroom where she had been fucking her father. "I'm going to take you to the moon," Barby told her in that soft, husky voice of hers. Jisel had fantasized about her sister ever since meeting her and as Barby dropped the robe to the floor, Jisel realized something new. Every naughty fantasy she'd had about the younger girl was about to be surpassed. Darryl watched his beautiful, young wife interact with his sister and thought that Jisel might just have met her match. Barby was almost insatiable in bed and as she got Jisel out of the clothes she was wearing and revealed the black lingerie Darryl had seen earlier, Barby sighed. "I love your lingerie, Jisel," she purred. "It looks so good on you, I love a woman in lingerie." "We'll go shopping," Jisel promised. "I'll buy you some sexy items, we'll drain your Daddy's credit card." "DeeDee too?" Until that moment, the full implications of her new world had not yet hit the 28-year old blonde. Things had changed far more drastically than she had anticipated. "Sure," she nodded at the strawberry-blonde. "Mom can come along with us." "You should call her DeeDee," Barby smiled and bent down to lick one of Jisel's nipples. "It really gets her horny." "Wow," Jisel breathed heavily. "I can't believe I'm considering having sex with my own mother, it's all so wild and kinky." "You've had sex with my husband and he's your brother," Barby chuckled. "I fucked my daddy and it was so, so good, well worth the wait," she told Jisel. "We're just a very loving and naughty family with desires outside the norm. Why worry? We're loving and happy and we're going to fuck whenever we want." Barby ended her statement by kissing Jisel and pulling her into the rumpled bed. "I almost gave in to my desires and fucked you the very first day I met you," she said with a naughty smile. "I sure as hell married into a sexy family." Jisel found words wouldn't form in her mouth and it felt as if it had been stuffed with cotton. Her stepdaughter / sister's mouth was now feasting on her, bringing forth new desires and making her chill with pleasure. She could feel the men watching them and knowing she was doing something so daring in front of her husband -- with his daughter -- with her brother watching too -- Jisel felt the thrill of a new chapter in her life beginning. "God, you're a fucking naughty, sexy little bitch!" Jisel moaned as Barby's mouth sucked one coral-pink nipple. "Thanks. I was just thinking the same thing - Mom," Barby added as a tease. Her body began to move sensually as she pleasured her father's wife, her husband's sister. She could feel Darryl watching her every move and knew he wasn't judging her at all. He was just taking in the eroticism of her play with Jisel and wondering what she'd do next. Barby answered that unspoken question by going between her Jisel's thighs and licking her pussy with ferocity. Jisel shrieked at the new feelings, a woman had never done that. She had thought about it several times and the reality was so much better. Electric shocks traveled through her body as the sweet young girl did whatever it took to keep her feeling so marvelous! "They seem to be hitting it off nicely," Darryl chuckled to his brother. It still seemed a bit odd that Frank had helped arrange his relationship with his own daughter. It was one of those things a person had to wrap his head around and adjust to. "So, what was it like -- having sex with your own daughter?" "She can outfuck her mother, that's for sure," Frank sighed. "Which is no small compliment because Meredith and I didn't break up over the sex. She's dynamite in the sack. You're a lucky bastard, getting to fuck my little girl every night." "More than that," Darryl laughed. "She'd have me spending all day in bed if I could, she's insatiable. Hey, I know what my sister's like now. You sure as hell have nothing to complain about," he told Frank. "Hey, you two," Jisel called out from the bed. "What are you yammering on about?" "Our gorgeous and insatiable wives," Frank answered. "Typical men," Barby groused. "Standing over there, watching us and talking when they should be in here with us, fucking. Okay, you two idiots -- get out of your clothes! You have two very naked women in here who need some fucking. 4 isn't quite an orgy but it sure as hell is a lot of fun," she laughed. The two men looked at each other and laughed and got out of their clothes. Frank smiled as his beautiful daughter who was still wrapped in Jisel's arms. "All right baby," he said to her "This seems to be your show. Who goes where?" Barby scrunched up her face as she thought, her husband thought even that little motion was adorably sexy. "Okay daddy, I've got it," she grinned. "We're all going to treat this gorgeous slut here to an unforgettable experience. She's doing to ride your cock and I want you to really fuck her daddy, make her feel it. Bitch, it's time for you to enjoy seeing my daddy licking my cunt, so I'm going to ride his face. I'm dying to see if he's as good as I think he is. Darryl sweetie, your sister's gonna give you a blowjob and then we're going to mix it up. What are you all standing around for? Let's get fucking!" Everyone in the room followed orders and did as they were told. Jisel felt so lewd and depraved, taking orders from the younger girl. As she mounted her husband, she honestly didn't care. His cock slid in where it had been hundreds, maybe thousands, of times. Jisel loved to fuck and it was the main reason she had married the much-older Frank -- he was a stallion. Her body began to ride him, not too fast, because she needed to be stable to suck the large cock that was nearing her mouth. Darryl grinned over at his sexy young bride who was eagerly riding her father's licking tongue. Would he ever get used to her and her wild, unpredictable actions? He doubted it very much. As Jisel's tongue began whirling around his cock, he honestly hoped he didn't. Life had been a flurry of happy surprises since marrying the young coed. Frank was doing his best to concentrate on pleasing the two women. Never, not in a million, not in a trillion years, would he have envisioned anything this wild happening. He could make out his wife blowing her brother and his tongue swabbed over his daughter's pussy. He had eaten her before they fucked earlier on, but only briefly -- she had been too eager to start. Barby was sweet and what a wildcat. Few men were lucky enough to experience someone like her and now, he'd had two wildcats in his bed! Jisel was still trying to come to terms with all of this, even though she was partially responsible for its inception. She and Barby were close and their bodies pressed together, she loved seeing Barby's blue-green eyes watching as Jisel sucked her husband, Jisel's brother. Darryl had a lot of stamina, a lesser man would have crumpled to the ground under her oral assault. Barby watched with a euphoric bliss as her family copulated together. She was thrilled that she had been able to bring them all together like this and it was only the beginning. She leaned closer to Jisel and nuzzled the gorgeous blonde's neck. "We're going to change things up," she told Jisel. "Follow my lead." "Any time," Jisel breathed. The little nymph had cast an erotic spell over everyone in the room. "Daddy, I want you to fuck me and give me all of your cum, really fill me up," Barby insisted. "Darryl darling, you do the same to your sister and then, we two bitches will eat each other's pussies clean. I've always wanted to do that, are you up for it Jisel?" "Oh God, yes," Jisel panted, overwhelmed with lust. The petite strawberry-blonde could have suggested they have sex in a snowbank and Jisel might have gone along with it. Both women got on all fours, wiggling their rumps at the men. When the men slid their turgid cocks into both snug cunts, the women howled and both begged for more. To a casual observer, it might have looked as if Frank and Darryl were trying to outdo each other. Not at all, they wanted to make their women cum and then watch Barby's next lewd act. Darryl loved fucking his sister, she had a nice, natural rhythm when she fucked. He pumped her full of his cock and observed as she and his wife kissed and murmured lewd words to each other. It was all so unimaginable and so fresh and new. He felt his sister's pussy contract and he knew that for now, he was done. He let go and saw that Frank wasn't far behind. The two men did what they could and fell away from their women. "Follow my lead," Barby instructed Jisel. Jisel nodded as that was all she had been doing so far. Still, everything had gone beyond her wildest dreams, so why stop now? She allowed herself to hover over her sister and lowered her face to the sweet, pink cunt as Barby's lips surrounded hers. In a mutual, hot session of sixty-nine, the girls lapped the creamy spunk from each other's horny pussies. The men just watched in amazement, stunned at the fully unleashed, erotic potential of the two beauties. "God, what an amazing, sexy little whore you are!" Jisel breathed between licks. "I can't believe I'm doing this!" "Are you enjoying it?" Barby teased as she came up for air. "Stupid fucking question, bitch," Jisel laughed and went back for more pussy. She looked over at Frank, who had an almost-stunned expression on his handsome face. Darryl didn't seem to be as perplexed, as if he was adjusting to Barby's kinky nature and had made his peace with it. As that thought faded from her mind, so did all others. Another orgasm overtook her and her brain lost coherent thought for a few minutes. If Jisel thought they were done, she didn't know Barby well enough. Barby's body was slick from perspiration, her lovely hair matted to her head and still, she looked sexy. She kissed Jisel and Jisel tasted her own spend for the first time. It was nice. The two women looked at each other and smiled. "Do you think you can handle a little bit more?" Barby asked. "Another stupid fucking question," Jisel giggled. "What did you have in mind?" Preconceptions Ch. 03 Barby reached over and from her purse, she got out a bottle of what looked like oil. Opening it, she put some in her palms and began rubbing it all over her gorgeous blonde stepmom / sister. Jisel enjoyed the massage and the aroma of Jasmine that flowed through her nostrils. She smiled at Frank and the sandy-haired attorney smiled back. She giggled to herself that Frank might just have to up his game a little bit from now on. After an evening like this, vanilla sex wasn't going to do it anymore. She wanted all 31 flavors! Once Barby had finished her massage, she wanted equal treatment. Jisel was only too happy to pick up that job, she loved touching the pretty young girl. Now that the door to her bi-sexuality had been opened, she didn't want it ever being closed again. Who next? A naughty thought entered her mind -- she knew exactly who her next lover following Barby would be. And wouldn't she be surprised? The two women were now glistening and began rolling around in each other's arms. They were kissing and laughing, making out like two teenagers. "Get over here and fuck us!" Barby demanded. "Who fucks who?" Darryl asked. "Pick a body and just fuck it!" Jisel insisted. Both men laughed and decided to screw their own spouses once again. Jisel and Barby continued to play with each other while being fucked. Barby knew that her husband had tremendous stamina and could keep going a while longer. Jisel was astounded by Frank, he was a wonderful, strong lover but this was far beyond his usual capabilities. She didn't know if it was the girl-on-girl action fueling his desires or fucking his own daughter -- but whatever it was, it was working. She was impaled on his thick cock and he was giving her what was quite possibly the best fuck of their married life! "Fuck me, oh God Darryl, I love your cock, I love our family, fuck me, fuck me hard baby," Barby moaned, watching her daddy and Jisel fucking. Everything was coming together so nicely, the pieces were all falling into place. Darryl was no machine and practically at the end of his rope. His pretty young wife knew it too and when she felt him tensing, she slid his cock out of her pussy and inhaled it. His cum went down her throat and as she looked to her left, she saw Jisel sucking off her father. As her mind came back down from the erotic heights, she realized something. "I don't know about the three of you," she giggled. "But I'm hungry. Jisel and Darryl went out to lunch, but I've spent most of my day in bed, fucking myself to death. I'm starved! Does anyone want to order a pizza?" They all laughed and things returned to the mundane, every day routine of life as they decided what toppings they wanted on their pizzas.