Chapitre 427: Bri Ch. 02
My sister? Not a chance pal. Pick something else, cause you know that's not going to happen. Never. Got it? Never ever. My sister, really, what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"You made up the rules Ken. Not me, and you said, "whatever I wanted" and I held up my end of the bargain." I knew that this wasn't a fight that I was going to win.
"Yeah, yeah, and fucking my little sister was such an undue hardship for you, you'll probably have to be in therapy for months because of it."
The blood in my veins felt as if it was about to boil. I wanted to scream at Kendra that I didn't "fuck" her sister, instead, we had "made love" and as I had mentioned before, there is a significant difference. I had no idea why I felt the need to defend Bri, she was the same little bitch, that a short time ago I loathed, but now I longed for her and if Kendra found out, it would be my demise.
"Listen forget about it. I'll give you your choice then and you can pick and like usual, you can make all the fuckin rules, just like you always do. So, it's anal with you or a three way with the red-haired assistant you have." I have no idea why I was conceding to her, I didn't really want either of those things, I wanted my sister-in-law.
"On all counts Ryan, fuck you. Go to sleep."
Sleep did come to me, but it was fretful at the very least. My thoughts raced with all the possible scenarios of Kendra and myself, me and Bri, Kendra, me and Bri, it was like a spinning roulette table and I had no idea where the ball would land.
Kendra was first out of bed and into the shower, I tried to join her, but got the cold shoulder and a "not a fucking chance buddy". By the time I had finished my own shower, the room was empty, the house quiet, but the smell of bacon filled the air, so I knew that Bri was fulfilling her promise of making us breakfast.
Kendra's dark-haired little sister, my new lover, stood with her back to me at the kitchen island, she was making toast. Her cute little ass, clad in tiny white cotton panties, swayed along with David Gray singing "Sail away with me honey...".
In what world would this be fair? I once considered myself a strong-willed person, someone that knew right from wrong, a person able to walk away from a bad situation, but that had all changed. Just looking at Bri braless in her little tank top and those tiny panties, I knew I was fucked. There would be no saying no, I wouldn't be able to resist. I melted and she hadn't even looked in my direction yet.
Placing my hands on Bri's shoulders, I said good morning. "Breakfast smells great. You better be careful, or you'll have to make it all the time." This brought me the gift of a giggle. Sharing the fruits of her labor, we chatted about the day ahead and let on as though it was just another day. It wouldn't be.
We went our separate ways after breakfast. We both had lots of work to do and I tried, honestly, I tried, but my mind was playing tricks on me. Every time I heard a noise, I thought it was Bri, was she calling me, was she outside my door and when I checked and she wasn't, I was hurting. I knew the best thing would be to let her have some space and take some for myself. Maybe a little reflection on the situation might do me a world of good.
We avoided each other for the better part of the morning and for a few moments I was able to get some work done and focus on something that wasn't Bri, but all good things come to an end.
Bri peeked her head in my office door and said that if I cared to join her, she had made us an avocado and tuna sandwich for lunch. She was waiting for me when I arrived. Leaning up against the island, glass of iced tea in her hand, wearing the same thing that she had had on in the morning, it was killing me, I could feel myself hardening in my pants. I tried to look away, tried to at least divert my eyes, but not with much luck at all and it was all my fault. If I had kept my mouth shut when she asked those questions, maybe she wouldn't look like this sexy little vixen standing in front of me, perhaps, just perhaps, she'd still be the frumpy little bitch that used to loath me and that I once had dreams of drowning.
"Ryan, what's up? You can't make eye contact with me."
"Not true. I've been looking at you all morning."
"You may having been looking at me, but not into my eyes. Does what I'm wearing bother you?"
"Yeah, but in a good way."
Closing the distance between us, Bri put her hand to my face, raising up on her tippy toes, she kissed me and said, "I'm going to lay down for a bit, want to join me?". I should have ran, but I didn't possess the willpower, I was a weakling.
When I got to her bedroom, Bri was closing the drapes and motioned for me to lay down. I knew that Kendra wouldn't approve of what was going to happen next, nor would she understand why I let it happen again, but I was beyond worry. When I lay my head on Bri's pillows, all I could smell was her, the soft, sexy, scents of her hair and body. I was intoxicated once again. My sister-in-law slid into the bed and lay down on top of me, the warmth of her small frame covering me like a fleshy blanket.
My hands explored every inch of her body, cupping her breasts and her ass, rubbing the small of her back, playing with her silky hair and tracing their way down her soft smooth belly until they found their target. Bri's vagina was wet and waiting, my middle finger separated her folds as I eased it and another into her opening. The walls of her pussy pulsed and squeezed at my fingers, like it was asking for more. The sloppy sounds of sex travelled through the room as my fingers made a piston like action, in and out of her wetness. Bri pulled my hand from her love nest and licked my fingers clean.
"I wanna try something different today, alright?" Really? Like I was ever going to disagree. I was happy when Bri mounted my head in a reverse cowboy position, bent over and took me into her mouth, apparently my 19-year-old lover wanted to try a 69. I bit and licked at her pussy through the tiny white cotton panties that had my attention all day. In no time at all their crotch was soaked with our combined juices. When my fingers grabbed the sides Bri lifted her hips up so that I could remove the wet garment for better access to the treasure that lay beneath.
I used my fingers and tongue to please Bri in all the ways that I could, the steady attack on her clit paid me dividends, my lovers mouth moaned around my cock and she sucked as hard as she could. I cupped her sweet firm ass and pushed my tongue as far into her as I possibly could, causing her to grind her hard clit against my chin.
I could feel the pressure building in my balls, I tried to hold on and enjoy the feeling, but it just wasn't meant to be, I exploded into the soft, wet haven that was Bri's mouth and she swallowed every drop. My orgasm and the direct focus on her clit brought on her own climax. My face was awash with her sweet nectar, her sticky juices were everywhere, my face, my tongue, my neck and I couldn't have been happier.
Laying there, relishing life in the afterglow of sex, I couldn't think of anything but being with her, Bri was my sexual muse, I couldn't get enough. The sight, sound and smell of this vixen, turned me on so much, I was perpetually hard around her and she seemed to notice every time. I was falling down a dark hole that didn't seem to have a bottom, but I did nothing to stop the descent.
When Bri spun around and started rubbing the head of my cock against her opening, I could have stopped her, I could have told her no, instead I reached up and cupped her magnificent tits. Bri eased my shaft into her waiting womanhood like we had done it hundreds of times. Today, she was a completely different person, she was do the riding, and she was in charge, no mistake about it. Bri set the tempo and her hips controlled the pace.
I adjusted the pillow behind my head so that it was raised enough to watch my cock pushing in and out of her tight little pussy. It was a million-dollar view. If I wasn't a hundred percent hard from coming just minutes earlier, I was now. My shaft was covered in her lady lava, it was spreading her tiny lips apart just enough so the that the tip of her hard clit was visible to me, so I reached between us and started to manipulate it with my thumb. That was all it took. It sent Bri into a downward spiral, she stiffened and grunted as she came. I could feel the lips and walls of her tight vagina pulsating around my cock, but I needed more.
Flipping Bri over onto her belly on the corner of her bed, I mounted her from behind. My hands pulled her hips and ass up off the bed so that my thrusts were hitting squarely on their target. Sounds of sex and slapping skin were clearly audible. I pounded into her with reckless abandon. Bri's sexy love noises and tightness, pushed me to my limits, my ejaculation seemed to last forever. We both collapsed onto the bed, with my cock still throbbing in her tight hole.
I didn't want to move. I had no idea how much time had passed. We were locked together as I nibbled her neck, ears and shoulders, but Bri snapped us back into reality when she said, "Ryan, we have to get up, Kendra will be here any minute".
Now I know that it was Kendra's idea for me to show her younger sister some love and affection, but she probably thought that it would be a one-time thing. Knowing my wife like I do, I was fully aware that being with Bri again, probably wouldn't go over very well. So, the race was on, I dressed as quick as I could and headed to the kitchen to start supper.
Salad made, vegetables on, chicken searing and a bottle of wine open, we were golden. Kendra arrived 10 minutes later, looking way happier than she was when she left.
"Hey bae, what's for supper?" she asked while filling a wine glass.
"Just a salad and some chicken. How was your day?"
"God, it was so busy. You?" I didn't get the chance to answer. Kendra moved in to give me a kiss and when her lips touched mine, she stopped cold in her tracks.
"Ryan, go wash your face, it smells like my sister's cunt." and that, was that, I was busted.
Supper was a quiet affair, Kendra glared at both of us, Bri wouldn't or maybe couldn't, look up from her plate and I just sat there in a state of indifference, this was Kendra's mess, she should clean it up. The uneasiness and pressure were at a breaking point, so I gave the girls some much needed room.
"Fuck it, I'm taking the dog for a walk." It was the perfect out. I loaded both pockets of my jacket with a tallboy and away we went. Nothing like the cold fresh air of Connecticut to calm the senses. After a couple of miles, I was nearly out of beer, options limited, I headed for home. Bri and Kendra were sitting in the living room when I returned, both looked as though they had been crying. Nope, no way, not a chance, I went upstairs and hopped in the shower, washing all the traces of today's events down the drain.
Kendra was waiting for me in bed when I was dried off. "Just so you know, you are forgiven for today. I talked with Bri and she knows that it's over. You were only on loan to her, to help her get through a tough time, so there will be no more hijinks between the two of you while I'm at work. Understood?" and then she furled the skin on her forehead and said, "Because, if I find out that you do, it might just, and I quote, piss me off enough to call Big Bill." There were lots of things said in those few sentences that were very clear and some that were subliminal, like the threat of having her father shoot me, but only one thing that was said, pissed me off.
"Forgiven? Who the fuck, do you think you're kidding? I will never be forgiven. You don't have that bone in your body. I called that when you first asked me to do it. I knew that the first time something didn't go your way, you'd throw some kind of shit in my face. Stick your "forgiven" up your fucking ass." I was on a roll and could not stop the train. "As a matter of fact, maybe you should ask your sister for forgiveness. Toying with her emotions the way you did. You knew full well that she was so happy with the changes in her life, she was in a vulnerable state. Did you intentionally want to fuck things up for her? What, couldn't you stand for her to be in a good place? Forgiven. Good fucking luck with that, maybe it's you that needs to be forgiven." Kendra couldn't have looked anymore shocked than if I'd slapped her.
Sleep didn't come to me. Making a hasty decision to work from my actual office for the next couple of days, I was up and out of the house before anyone arose. I fully emerged myself into anything that would keep my head clear and uncluttered from my thoughts of home. The first day went by so quickly, that it wasn't until 5:30pm that I texted Kendra.
"At the office. Staying in the city for a couple of days." Short and sweet. I never did get a response. By day three I had fallen into a groove of productivity, things were getting accomplished and I couldn't have been happier. David, my boss popped by and invited me out for a beer after work, it was a welcomed release, having a few pints and a bite to eat at a great little pub downtown. The night ended, so I grabbed a cab and was heading toward my hotel when I heard the incoming text. It just said, "Come home, please!!☹". Originally, I thought that Kendra had sent it, but upon review, I noticed that it had been sent by Bri.
I was so torn. I wanted to send something, I wanted the spill my heart out and apologize for everything, but I couldn't, so I sent back "Soon." and powered down my phone.
When Friday came to an end, there was really no reason for me to stay in the city, so I grabbed the train and headed for home. On schedule, the train arrived at our destination, but I had to force myself to depart. I didn't want to go home, I couldn't go home. The two women that I loved were there, I knew that I could only have one of them and as selfish as it was, it was breaking my heart.
Try as I might to enter the house under the shroud of darkness, my barking dog, was a dead giveaway, my arrival was announced long before I entered. Kendra was working on something near the sink and not once acknowledged that I was home, Bri on the other hand stared at me from behind her Ipad, tears and sorrow filled her eyes, yet nothing was said. The best thing for me would be to keep my distance from both. After a hot shower I went to the downstairs office and closed my door. I was in over my head and the sinking feeling that is in my gut just won't go away.
After a couple of hours of mindless web surfing I heard a faint knock and watched as a sheet of paper was slid under the door. Written on the paper were lyrics from Ray LaMontange's, Such a Simple Thing. "Tell me what you're feeling, I can take the pain. Tell me you mean it, that you won't leave again. Tell me what your heart wants, such a simple thing. My heart is like paper, yours is like a flame." Love, B.
It ruined me, my chin swelled up, my eyes overflowed with tears and I cried for the first time in many, many years. How could the act of making love cause such emotion and grief? It was yanking at the heart strings of two of those involved, except for the person from whom the idea originated. I had no idea what to do or what to even begin to say, I was at a loss. What bothered me the most was Kendra's cold and callus attitude toward the events that had transpired, and they were all due to her forcing the issue.
I must have dozed off, because I awoke in darkness to the sound of raised voices coming from down the hall. Seconds later my office door swung open. Kendra, dressed in her silk robe, stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light. I couldn't see lots, but what I could see wasn't happy.
"Are you coming to bed or are the two of you trying to wait me out? Wait until I fall asleep so that you can fuck again?", there was no mistaking the tone in her voice. It was a full-frontal accusation.
"Kendra, knock that shit off right fucking now. I regret that I let you talk me into this, but I'm not in the least bit -sorry for it. It was a loving experience and now you're trying to hurt both of us by making it sound ugly. All because you can't handle it. I told you before, you're the one at fault here and if you can't handle it, you need to get yourself some help."
Kendra spun and stormed off. As much as I loathed her in the heat of the moment, I knew it would be best for all parties involved, if I actually did go upstairs and sleep in my own bed.
The soft sound of sobbing alerted me to the fact that Kendra and my conversation had have been overheard.
Bri was sitting on the floor outside of her door with her arms hugging her knees, gently rocking as she cried almost silently. I reached out, pulled her to her feet, and embraced her. When our eyes met, hers were filled with sorrow and pain. Her chins swelled as she tried to choke back the tears. I had no idea what to say ease the pain, but I couldn't leave it like this.
"Please stop, you have nothing to be upset about. You've done nothing wrong. If you're mad or upset, that's fine, blame us, it's our fault. We brought you into our home and took advantage of you and the situation."
"Ryan, I'm so, so sorry. Please don't make me leave."
I was heartbroken. "Make you leave? This is your home too. You can stay here as long as you want. Stay forever."
"I think Kendra wants me to go."
"No, she doesn't, she's just upset with me and she's just taking it out on you, if she wanted anyone to leave, it would be me."
Bri hugged herself as tight as she could to my body and whispered, "take me with you."
"Neither of us is going anywhere." I should have left it at that, but I couldn't. With our eyes locked on to one another's, I cupped Bri's chin and kissed her with more passion then I had the right to. It went from soft and loving to raw and sexual in a heartbeat.
As much as I wanted her, I had my orders. Having sex with Bri now, would be having an affair on my wife. The first time Bri and I made love, I was following instructions or a request. The second time fell into a gray area where I thought that I was still under the umbrella of permission from our first encounter. Either way, the third time would be cheating and we both knew the facts. I would not hurt Bri again.
"Both your sister and I love you. We just have really weird and different ways of showing it. Try to get some sleep. Hopefully things will sort themselves out in the morning."
My sister-in-law / lover turned away from me, entered her room and closed the door behind her. Alone in the hall my options were limited to sleeping in my office or going up my bedroom and removing any suspicions of Tom Foolery from Kendra's mind. I chose the latter.
Kendra was reading under the light coming from her night table. I angry as I was with her, she was still a very beautiful woman. It amazes me to think that person who possesses so much beauty, can also have such an ugly side. Luckily, it's a side that I rarely experienced.
Our bed may have had ample blankets on it to keep us warm, but I've never been in a colder one. As soon as she was sure that I would be joining her, Kendra turned off her light and rolled onto her side. Once in bed, our bare lags touched briefly, and my wife kicked mine back to my side and moved the linens as to build a barricade between us. Although the situation was not a very funny one, I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Go ahead and laugh you fucking asshole. It's not funny." Kendra was spewing venom.
Calm down, you psycho." The two things in this world that Kendra hates the most, is when I tell her to calm down, because in her twisted little mind, she is always calm, and when I call her a psycho. That one is self-explanatory. I knew the results these words would have, before I had even said them.
Kendra bolted up out of bed, almost as if she had been shocked by electricity, grabbed her blankets and stormed out of the room and headed downstairs. I chuckled again, a quiet night of sleep, alone in my bed await. I could resist the chance, so I blurted out, "sleep tight Crazy Pants". The last sound I heard rumbling off the walls was a very loud, "FUCK YOU!!".
Saturday morning brought much of the same as the evening prior. Three people walking around, trying to stay out of each-others way. If the weather would have co-operated, I would have spent the day outside, but it was a cold, wet Connecticut day. Everyone fended for themselves, making our own breakfasts and lunch. It wasn't until around 1:00pm when I made a round of three Bloody Caesars that the ice started to melt in the house. I took mine and went to my office, leaving the others on the counter. Shortly afterward, I heard Kendra asking who had made the drinks. Bri responded, that she didn't know, but they each walked past my doorway sporting the celery laden beverage.
My first drink tasted like another, so at 2:00pm I pulled out some Anejo Patron and Grand Marnier, juiced some limes and whipped up a large batch of golden margaritas. Heaven in a glass. Considering the fact, that conversation was at an all-time low in the house, all eyes were on the kitchen to see what I was up to. Pulling three glasses out of the cupboard, I rimmed them with a concoction of raw sugar and sea salt, filled mine from the pitcher and headed back to my sanctuary. It was only seconds before I heard Kendra asking Bri if she wanted one. Not long after that, the sound of Bruno Mars (Kendra's music) filled the air and Kendra and Bri could be heard talking in the livingroom. Alcohol, the best therapist in the world.
"Do you feel like firing up the BBQ? I have some steaks for us." Kendra inquired, popping her head into my office.
"Yeah, no problem." And just like that, we were talking again.
A simple salad, some grilled beef and vegetables, washed down with a few bottles of Tom Gore Cabernet Sauvignon, set the tone for the evening. While not nearly as open and fun as some of our evenings in the past, it was okay.
Everyone shared reports of their past weeks work. Bri updated us on the status of her online course and was very excited by the news that one of my friends had offered to interview her for a paying co-op job, while she was finishing up her schooling.
Bri was the one that suggested a family movie and to the relief of all, she picked a horror movie, It Chapter II. Thank Christ it wasn't something sexual, because the sight of her masturbating in the chair again, would have ended up with me being dead.
A round of Irish coffees was whipped up and we headed in to watch the movie. I was surprised when Kendra snuggled up next to me on the couch. By the way she placed a pillow and her head in my lap, made me guess that she was staking her claim of me being her own private domain.
The drink was getting the best of Kendra, every time she moved, she would slide her hand under the pillow and rub my cock, or she would pull my free hand toward her, so that it was touching her breasts. I tried my very best to keep my eyes off Bri, but I knew she could see what was going on. When she jumped up at the end of the movie and said "goodnight", without looking at us, it only confirmed my suspicions.
On her way out of the living room, Kendra glanced over her shoulder and batted her eyes, "Ryan, I'm going to jump in the shower, meet you upstairs?" She always says, "You have to get clean, to get dirty."
"Be there in five." Kendra always enjoys sex when she has been drinking, she says it lets her free herself of her inhibitions and it looked like tonight would be one of those nights.
I would like to say that all I could think about was Bri, but that's just not true. My wife is a very sexy woman and knows how to use her sexuality to please me. I have always looked forward to and enjoyed sex with this goddess and tonight was not an exception to that rule.
I joined Kendra in the shower just long enough to rinse off and let her suck me to life. With her flawless technique it didn't take long at all, she was all business. After drying off quickly, her damp glistening body lay on our bed, and it had me as hard as a rock. She had me right where she wanted and knew it. Kendra used the fingers on her right hand to pinch her nipples and very suggestively pointed at her vagina with her left index finger, she wanted oral and had no problem letting me know.
The pouty lips of her pussy parted immediately for my tongue. Kendra's wet and sticky womanhood gave away the secret of just how horny she was. My attack on her engorged clit with my mouth and the probing of the two fingers I'd pushed into her opening, were working their magic on her. Kendra bucked her ass up off the bed to maximize full contact with my face. With her juices flowing freely out of her and her breathing pattern changing to a rapid air intake, I knew that I had pushed her over the edge. Kendra's body tensed up, she ground her heels into the mattress, and she moaned out, "fuuuuuuuck".
Ken was so horny that her recovery time was much shorter than usual. In no time at all she was on her hands and knees, readying herself for some doggy style. Lining my dick up with her opening, I plunged forward. The wet sounds of sex and my balls slapping against her clit filled the air. Kendra's pussy held me into her with its wet tight grip. Kendra dropped her head to her pillow and screamed into it. Because she has never been opposed to some raw animal like fucking, I took the opportunity to grab her hips in my hands and ramp up my speed. I pounded into her as hard as possible. I was fully aware the noises we were making could be heard throughout the house. I hoped that Bri was wearing headphones.
As surprised as I was earlier in the evening when Kendra cuddled up to me on the couch, I was blown away when she looked over her shoulder at me with glossy eyes and said, "fuck me in the ass".
The right thing to do, would have been suggesting that we wait until she was a little more sober, but that didn't happen. Instead, I pulled my cock out of the tight warm cunt that it was in, filled my mouth with spit, bent down and rimmed her asshole to try and lube it up as much as possible.
Everything seemed to be going Kendra's way tonight. The spit from my mouth and the lube that was already on my dick from her pussy, was all that was needed to get me into her ass. As soon as the head popped in, Kendra growled out in pain and lust and we were on our way. I gently pushed forward until my wife let me know her limit. The tempo from earlier would have been way too much, so a new pace was set. It was slow and steady. Pulling all the way out until only the head of my penis remained in and then pushing back inside until I bottomed out in her asshole. With this kind of movement, it didn't take long before the sweat was dripping off me. Kendra had one of her hands between her legs and was abusing her hard nub, while my hands squeezed her tits. With long deep strokes I fucked her in the ass for only the third time in our relationship. With her back arched, her sphincter tightened its grip, I couldn't stop myself, I shot my load deep into her bowels. Kendra let out another growl as she achieved her own orgasm. Still pumping into her in the afterglow of great sex, a rustling noise behind us informed me that we weren't alone. Bri had been watching.
I deliberately pulled my cock out of Kendra's ass as slowly as I possibly could, I was relishing the feeling of being watched. It was a huge turn-on. Upon the release of my cock, Kendra collapsed forward and was out for the night. I wasn't far behind.
Daylight woke me. Kendra was still snuggled tightly to my body. The telltale sights and smells of anal sex filled our room. Last night hadn't been a dream after all.
A shower couldn't come fast enough. I lifted Kendra's arm off me and headed to the welcoming warmth of surging water. I wasn't able to enjoy it for very long. Kendra sat down on the toilet to relieve herself and glared at me.
"What?" I asked, but I already had a good idea what she was going to say.
"My ass is fucking killing me. Why did you, let me, let you, do that to me?" and when she said it, I couldn't help but laugh.
We showered together, but there was no way she would let me wash her. I was told that all of, her holes were sore and off limits.
Sunday was quiet around the house, the only things that could have made any waves was Kendra saying that she slept like a log and Bri rolling her eyes at her. Other than that, it was business as usual.
Monday morning on the other hand seemed like everyone was on happy pills, My, client approved the very first draft of my proposal, Bri was super excited, she had an interview for the job I told her about and Kendra had taken the day off, so she could drive her and then if Bri got the job, they would go car shopping afterward.
When they arrived home, sporting bags from all over town, Bri was super happy, a new job, a new used car and the end of school on the horizon. Apparently, she and her older sister had a great shopping day. They found a good little SUV for a fair price and then went to but some clothes, because everyone knows that you need new clothes for a new job. I couldn't help but think back to a time not that long ago when Bri found the world in which her sister and I lived, to be one filled with greed and opulence, and now she was savoring the very thing that she had once frowned upon. Maye she was maturing.
Tuesday morning rolled around and for the first time in over a week, it was just Bri and I in the house. We were all alone, but we kept our distance and didn't even have lunch together. As casual as Kendra tried to be when she came home, I noticed that she spent a little extra time when kissing me. She was smelling my face, trying to detect any foul play.
The next day was much of the same. The only contact between us was when they delivered Bri's car, she was so excited that she hugged me. But once again Kendra went through her bloodhound routine when she got home, sniffing around for any sexual signs or give aways. While she never mentioned it, I was very aware of what she was doing.
It was Thursday morning when my life started to unravel again. When I got out of the shower, Bri was in my bedroom wearing only a bra and panty set that looked like they came straight off the pages of a Victoria's Secret magazine. She looked great with her hair pulled back in a high ponytail, naked except for her undies. I tried not to stare, but that battle was lost before it started.
"Oh, hey Ryan. Did you see my gray sweats? I left them in the laundry room, now I can't find them." There was no sense in answering. It wasn't a real question and we both knew why she was here.
Believe me when I say, I wanted nothing more than to throw her down onto the bed and taste every inch of that hard, petite body, but I couldn't. Things seemed to have improved a bit, at least the crying had stopped, so why risk it? Well, I could easily give you a million good reasons why it was worth the risk. The first being, my sister-in-law, who not so long ago looked like a vagrant skateboarder, now glowed with a sexuality that screamed for attention. But I wasn't going to chance it.
After throwing on the first thing I found to wear, I told Bri to look in Kendra's closet, as the mysteriously missing garments may be in there and then I raced down the stairs. It didn't take Bri long to appear behind me and continue her game of cat and mouse.
"Couldn't find them. Guess I'll have to keep looking. What are your plans for today?" Turning to face her, I was relieved that she had at least put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, although it didn't help much, because the image of her in the lacy panties set, was forever etched in my mind.
"None. No plans, just working on the Harrison project." And that was it, I headed down hall into my office and closed the door. Not 30 minutes later, Bri walked in and sat sideways in the chair on the other side of my desk, swung her legs up over one of the arms and declared that she was bored.
"Ryan, I don't have any school work today, keep me company, pleeeeease."
Although I've always thought that I had one, I've never really been accused of having an iron will and today it was being put to the test. Bri did everything possible to draw my attention toward her, she stretched, she ran her fingers down her legs as if feeling them for stubble, she adjusted the waist band on her shorts and panties, she let her hair out of her ponytail and ran her fingers through it, she didn't stop moving. I was very close to breaking, but I wouldn't, I couldn't.
With the lack of attention, frustration set in quickly for Bri. She started to huff and puff and became more fidgety. It was more than she could take so a new course was plotted.
"Okay, how about this, I'll let you fuck my ass. You seemed to enjoy it with your wife, so why don't you try it out on me?" I was shocked. No doubt my chin put a divot in my desk when it hit. I wanted to bend her over my desk and fuck her sweet ass right then and there, but I knew the emotional damage it would do.
"Ryan, stop being a pussy. Let's fuck. We both want it, we're both consenting adults, we've done it before, let's just do it, who's it going to hurt, I promise that I'll never tell anybody, you'll have plenty of time to shower before you know who, gets home." She looked at me with a smirk, kind of like what a cat might do when the mouse it's been chasing, is finally cornered.
"Okay, I'll tell you what. I'll do whatever you want, for however long you want, all you have to do is get permission." And I tossed her my phone. "That's right call your big sister. Tell her you want me to fuck you in that sweet little ass of yours, see if she gives us the green light for that." Bri stormed out of my office, left my door open and turned the music up loud enough so that she knew I wouldn't be able to work. I was going to get up and close the door, but calmer heads prevailed, the music was turned down and quietness once again reigned supreme for the next hour.
After my short stay of execution, there was a sound of shuffling feet and moving furniture. When that stopped, Bri was back doing her best Wayne Brady imitation of Let's Make a Deal.
"How bout this, we go into the living room, get naked and rub one out together, no touching, just looking, kind of like a visual aid and no one gets hurt, deal?"
"What were you doing in there, rearranging the whole house?"
"Come see." There was a light of excitement in Bri's eyes when I got up from my desk to follow her. The young vixen showed me what she had done and explained why. She had pulled the love seat and the oversized chair into the center of the room, covered them with big towels and put them close enough so that only the coffee table separated them. "That way we can keep our distance." Her plan of us masturbating in front of one another was a good one, yet it had its flaws.
Bri wasn't about to wait for my answer, she quickly dispensed herself from all of her clothing and jumped onto the loveseat.
"Hey, want makes you think that you get that spot?" Yep, I guess I was in.
"I need more room to put my feet up and spread my legs, so that I can do my own thing." She had me there.
Once naked and seated in the chair, I followed Bri's lead and started pleasuring myself. For me it is a fairly straight forward process, wrap hand around penis, squeeze the penis, move hand up and down until completion, nothing to fancy, yet always very effective.
Bri on the other hand was poetry in motion, her feet were up on the cushions and her legs were spread out displaying her womanhood for my viewing pleasure. She started by slowly circling her nipples and squeezing her breasts, after a few pinches on each nipple, her left hand slowly traced its way down her stomach until it reached the honey pot. At first, she was more about contact and clit stimulation than she was about penetration. Her fingers started by mashing her lips and clit together in a circular motion. With her right hand she slid the middle finger up and down on the slit. Every once and awhile, just for my benefit, she would put that finger in her mouth and suck it clean.
I couldn't have been any harder. The temptation to pump my cock with all my fury was an epic battle, but I held on and stroked it slowly so that I could prolong the event for as long as possible.
Across from me, my partner was not showing any kind of self-control what so ever. She manipulated and mauled her clit and labia, almost as if trying to pull them free from her body. When we made eye contact Bri asked me if I was ready, I replied with only a "whenever you are". I knew from her past orgasms, she was getting close. With 2 fingers already curled knuckles deep into her pussy, she flattened the fingers on her right hand and made a makeshift vibrator out of them. In an almost violent, shaking, tapping motion, Bri brought herself to the edge.
My hand flew up and down my shaft. I would not be cheated out of cumming at the same moment as she did. The wait was not a long one. Bri shot both her legs forward, arched her back and let out an "AGGGGGGGHHHHH!!".
Cum shot out of me, as if it had been fired from a cannon, with the bulk of it landing just above Bri's knee, on her silky-smooth thigh. We did not lose eye contact while Bri pulled the fingers out of her pussy, scooped up my cum and then placed the dripping digits into her mouth. Never in my life, have I seen something that sexy. She had me, hook, line and sinker. If she had asked me at that very second, I would have packed up all my shit and left with her, following her anywhere in the world that she wanted to go.
As much as I thought that this would once again make things awkward, it had the opposite effect, things became more relaxed. Bri said that she once again felt wanted. She danced around the house, helped make meals, chatted with her sister and seemed more focused than ever. The sexual tension was still everywhere, but the ongoing mutual masturbation game kept it under lock and key.
The weeks passed by and everyone in the Brown household seemed content. I wasn't complaining, I was having sex with my beautiful wife 3 or 4 times a week and was also watching my sister-in-law play with herself while I rubbed one out. Life was good.
Bri had started working a few days a week and the occasional evening, which gave Kendra and I what we thought would be, some much needed space. Instead, when we had that time alone, it was different, not bad, just different, like a piece of us was missing.
On one of those particular evenings Kendra asked if I knew what the upcoming 15th was, "yeah, it's a Saturday, why?" I replied after thinking about it.
"Correct, but it's also Bri's twentieth birthday and I'd like for us to do something special for her."
"Special? You mean on top of paying for school, all the electronics, her car and clothes?" but I smiled when I said it. There was a point earlier, where I resented it, but now I was happy with how her life had changed for the better.
"Yeah, yeah, no. Something special."
"Oh, okay, I get it. I'll order some really big lobsters from McHugh's Fish Market and one of those Salted Carmel Cheesecakes, from the Cake Gals, all her favorites. Shit, see that, looks like everyone wins on her birthday."
No, I want to give her something "special"."
"Okay, Ken, I get that part. Go ahead, drop the fucking bomb, what do you want to do, buy her a house?" I was still smiling, and the house part was meant to be a joke, but there was I little concern growing in the back of my mind.
"I don't want to buy her anything, I want to give her something. Something that she really wants." She was staring right at me, but I couldn't read her mind.
"Like what?'
"You."
Wait a goddamn fucking second. She had to be kidding, hadn't we had put all this shit behind us, everything was back to normal, well not really normal, in the normal sense of the word. Family really isn't supposed to masturbate in front of one another, but that wasn't public knowledge. Normal I think may be a bad word to describe our home.
"No fucking way. Not happening. Too many people got hurt last time. In case you haven't noticed, your sister is happy, she's in a good place in her life and we're not going to fuck that up for her, got me?"
Kendra put on her biggest pout face and turned her back to me, "I know that I made a mistake last time, I admit it. You've been a trooper, staying away from her like you are. It's just that I was going for get you guys a room for the weekend on the coast so you could reconnect. She really misses you and watching you jerking off doesn't scratch really her itch, does it?"
"What the fuck?"
"I know. You talk in your sleep, so I asked Bri and she told me, she told me everything, all the things that she offered and tempted you with, but you refused. So, it's zero touching, only watching, right?"
"Yeah, but..."
"Stop. I'm not judging you, this time. You've been really good to me and apparently her, so I want to give her something special for her birthday."
"Well thank you for that, but it's not happening. I'm not a gift that you can give. I'm done with it. I'll stop the masturbating thing too, if you want. But we haven't touched each other since that last time, and I'm not about to start again." I couldn't believe that I was turning down a weekend of sex with my sister-in-law. Holy fuck, I had issues. Probably issues so big that not even the best psychologist in the world could repair at this point. I could have stopped at that, but I added, "Let me know. I'll pick-up the stuff for her birthday meal. If you really want to get her something special, buy her that new Iphone, at least it will belong to her." And that was it.
The 15th arrived with all the fanfare that a twentieth birthday should have, balloons and Happy Birthday banners hanging, The Beatles singing Birthday in the background, with mimosas and chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. Bri appeared to be surprised and happy all at the same time. After her breakfast feast and, she opened a series of small birthday presents, nothing big, but still nice gifts. Hugs were given out all around. Kendra excused herself so that she could go up and shower, leaving Bri and I to clean up the breakfast mess.
With a pouty face Bri said, "I hear you didn't want to be alone with me this weekend."
"Not true." Actually, it was true, but she didn't need to know that. I had to remember to thank Kendra later for throwing me under the fucking bus.
"Really? Your wife says that she gave you a hall pass, and you turned it down flat, she also said that you offered to stop our little afternoon play time."
"Wow, since when have you two been so open with one another?" I was a little shocked by the revelation.
"We are sisters, in case you didn't remember."
"How could I ever forget?" Sarcasm oozed from every pore in my skin. It was an argument waiting to happen, but Kendra reappeared from her shower and declared that she was fresh as a daisy.
"I know it's early, but why don't we get Ryan to make us a round of mid-morning margaritas, my baby sister only turns twenty once." Birthday party switched on. Shortly after noon, Kendra had her favorite Google playlist belting out tunes, while her and Bri were dancing to Jason Mraz singing Lucky, giggling like teenagers.
My day was spent being the exemplary brother-in-law and husband, I made every drink requested, from Margaritas to Long Island Iced Teas to Lemon Drop Martinis and back again, I was also their personal DJ, playing anything that they wanted to hear. Both of my women were in their happy place.
As the day moved forward, the dancing and drinking continued, right up until I announced that I was going to start cooking the monster lobsters that I had purchased. Bri informed us that she was going to jump into a quick shower, change out the pajamas that she was still wearing and freshen up for supper. Kendra helped set the table, opened some white wine and informed me that this was a "great fuckin day".
Birthday dinners are always fun, and this one was no exception, wine and conversation flowed open and freely. Bri blew out all twenty candles in one take, while the Beatles belted out Birthday for the second time today. After dessert Kendra handed Bri a small package wrapped in pink paper, with pink frilly bows. In it was a red iphone 11 Pro Max, Bri lost her mind, "Oh my god, I wanted one so bad, how did you know?", go figure. Know your audience.
Bri jumped into her big sister's arms, hugged her hard and kissed her squarely on the mouth. Not a peck, not a quick pop, but a solid 5 second lip to lip kiss. I was stunned, right up until it was my turn. When Bri grabbed me, she rammed her lips against mine for the first time in what seemed like forever. Her lips tasted of butter and cheesecake and I couldn't get enough. I wanted to ram my tongue into her mouth and grab a hand full of her sweet ass, instead I pulled back, looked her in the eyes and said, "Happy Birthday Beautiful." Bri looked teary eyed when she said, "I love you guys so much. You're way too good to me. Kendra, you've always been there for me, and I don't deserve it."
Now it was Kendra's turn to tear up. They went back to hugging and crying and I just laughed. "How about I make you two a couple of extra strong coffees, maybe it'll help take the edge off of all that wine you drank." Well if looks could kill.
Bri jumped all over me, "How about you just forget the coffees, open another bottle of wine and join the party. Causes it's my birthday baby."
I did as I was told, then I pushed them out of the kitchen so I could clean-up. It's funny when the people around you have had so much to drink that they think that you can't hear what they are saying. From a distance Bri and Kendra were having a full-blown therapy session. Rehashing events from their childhood, their teens, right up until current times. There were tears and laughter, sometime both at the same time, it was an emotional rollercoaster. In the end, in their semi drunken state, they both agreed to "never, ever, never" fight or argue again. Now it was my turn to laugh, we'll see how long that pact lasts.
When everything was put away, it was very quiet, the only sound that I heard was the background music of Bon Iver serenading the room. I turned to see what had happened to the conversation and almost fainted. Kendra and Bri were slow dancing, wrapped in one another's arms, kissing. When I say kissing, I should clarify, not a sisterly peck, no, they were French kissing, tongue on tongue, girl on girl kissing.
Kendra has kissed lots of other women in front of me, but they were always the quick lip or cheek variety, never anything like this. I was mesmerized. As much as I wanted to run over and join in, I just leaned back, turned off the kitchen light and watched.
I wasn't sure where they would take this or if it would even advance any further, but I was willing to wait. I have never seen two women making out before, well maybe in movies but not in real life. I could not believe how sexy they looked. Kendra appeared to be the aggressor. Her hands moved like precision instruments over her younger sister's body, they rubbed, caressed and grabbed at everything within their reach. Not once did Bri appear to be frightened or did she try to pull away, no she was fully engaged.
The music was soft and inviting, yet it was a little too loud for me to hear any of the conversation that Bri and Kendra were having. I just watched like it was a silent movie with no subtitles. It seemed as though the dance was going to remain just that, a dance with two sisters kissing, but to my surprise, the sisters grabbed the bottoms of the other's shirts and pulled them up and over one another's heads. From that point it was a matter of seconds, before they reached behind their siblings back and unclasped the brassieres in front of them.
Watching my wife and sister-in-law swaying back and forth to the music with their naked breasts mashed together was almost painful for me. My cock was so hard, it hurt to be in my pants. I couldn't take it out, if I did and the girls had a change of heart, I'd look pretty fucking stupid standing in a dark kitchen jerking off. If I didn't take it out, it would almost be a waste.
The sisters took turns bending and suckling each other. They grasped, bit and sucked one another's nipples and areolas. Their nipples looked painfully hard.
In this evening full of surprises, I was once again taken aback when Bri slid her hand, palm up, into the front of her big sister's pants. Kendra made an "Oh" let face, as Bri, or so I assume, rubbed her fingers through the valley of vagina. Even with my view being obstructed be the dimly lit room and Kendra's clothing, the look on her face let me know that the movements from Bri's fingers, was working very well. Having had front row seating for Bri's daily matinee masturbation performance, I knew that she had the skills to take Kendra over the up.
I didn't have to wait long for my suspicions of Kendra's impending orgasm to be confirmed. Once she grabbed Bri's shoulders with both of her hands and lower her head so that it was resting with her mouth on her baby sister's neck, I knew that she was about to succumb to the pleasure that she was receiving. Kendra's moans drowned out the music. After her body tremors had stopped, Kendra attacked Bri's mouth with her tongue and lips, up until the point where Bri pulled her hand out of her current lover's pants and brought her fingers up and placed them in between their faces.
Watching Bri suck my cum off her fingers was what I had once believed to be the sexiest thing I had ever seen, that was until this very second, when I watched Bri and Kendra, taking turns licking Kendra's juices off of Bri's fingers. I felt like a teenager that was about to prematurely ejaculate in his pants.
There was no telling where this spinning ride was going to stop. Just when I was about to assume that it was coming to an end, Kendra pushed Bri backward so that she fell down onto the loveseat and in and instant, removed her baby sister's pants and undies.
Bri's hand immediately moved to her crotch while watching her big sister moving in a slow hip swaying dance and seductively lowering her own bottom covering garments. Kendra had no intention of letting Bri please herself, from the look on her face she appeared to be on a mission.
Dropping to her knees, Kendra used her mouth to stimulate Bri's tits by kissing and sucking them both in a fashion that was very different from my own. My methods while effective, appear to be somewhat more self-serving then the technique that Kendra was using. Her touch was all silk and lace, seeking out any hidden erogenous zones, where mine was more, leathery and to the point. Maybe I should watch and learn.
As Kendra's soft kisses headed south, Bri's expression changed, it went from full on extasy to one of concern. I knew this would be the very first time that she would be receiving oral pleasure from another woman and I wondered to myself if the concern was that she would enjoy it too much or because of who was providing her the gift.
The rhythm of Kendra's tongue calmed Bri in seconds. In a short time, she was cooing like a dove. The sweet sounds of girl on girl sex filled my ears. Even though my view was blocked, I knew full well by the way that Bri had her hands wrapped up with her sister's hair, she was enjoying herself. At this point, I wanted nothing more than to join the action or to at the very least move to where I could get a better look, but I was honestly horrified, what if I moved and they heard me, would it break whatever spell or trance that they were under?
By the way Kendra continued manipulating her younger sister with her tongue and fingers, I knew that Bri was definitely on the verge of climaxing and I was correct, a short time later, Kendra was rewarded with a scream of pleasure from her lover. When the sensation became to much and Bri pushed Kendra away, I got a pretty good view of her sopping wet sex. She was glistening with her own juices and her sister's saliva.
Changing positions, the sisters kissed while the younger of the two licked her own love juice off of her big sister's face. When Kendra finally found a spot that she wanted to be in, Bri basically did a carbon copy retake of what her older sister had done to her. They kissed, moaned and Bri suckled Kendra's larger breasts. As Bri's head moved downward, I realized that I was mindlessly stroking my cock. I was rock hard. The idea of watching my wife with another woman was always a bucket list type of dream for me. Even though I had suggested it, I never actually thought that the other woman would be my sexy little sister-in-law.
After only a few minutes, Kendra was at her loud best, moaning and flailing around on the loveseat. I was surprised when Bri stopped and moved up to kiss Kendra. As they were kissing Bri once again started to use her hand on Kendra's pussy. I thought that maybe she wasn't as fully vested in the girl on girl action as her sister had been, but once again, I was mistaken.
Bri leaned in tightly and whispered something into Kendra's ear. Whatever was said between them was unknown to me, but Kendra nodded her head and bit her lower lip as her baby sister started to move back down toward her wet and wanting vagina. After a few soft licks, Bri turning her head toward the kitchen, looked at me and said, "come and make love to me, while I eat out your wife".
Holy fucking shit. Maybe it was my birthday. I sprinted across the room and stripped naked in a flash. This would be my first ever threesome. I never had an opportunity in what seemed like my past life, so I planned on savoring this for as long as possible. With Bri on her hands and knees in front of her sister, I lowered my face to her butt and softly kissed both cheeks, as she continued with her own sexual tasks. As much as I wanted to fuck her, I also needed to taste her, so I licked her rosebud and vagina with what could only be described as organized chaos. Her asshole had a clean but tangy flavor and her pussy was overflowing with the sweet nectar that I had grown to love. The thick, sticky fluid coated my tongue and mouth, I just couldn't get enough. Although it had only been a matter of weeks, just short of two months, it felt like an eternity.
Every time that my probing mouth did something to Bri's asshole or pussy, it must have sent an electrical charge through her body and out her tongue, because it got a response from both girls. There would be no holding me back, I had to be in my sister-in-law. Her tightness was calling for me. I aligned my cock and pushed in at an agonizingly slow pace. There was a certain amount of concern in the back of my head about appearing overzealous, but that was all for not. When I bottomed out, Bri lifted her face off Kendra cunt and let out a deep "Ooooohhhhh", Kendra looked me squarely in the eyes and said, "I love you baby, enjoy".
Like I said, I've had zero experience with three ways, but it is truly my belief that when your partner tells you to enjoy, you have just been given a green light to do so.
My movements started slowly. I had no intention of taking over the leading role in this play. The fleshy tightness that surrounded my cock kept me fully aware that I was only just a guest at this party.
Because of the way that Bri was positioned and with Kendra laying back on the couch, it made it difficult for me to touch Kendra's tits and I really wanted them in my hands. But I kept up with the exploration and found that just like regular doggy style, Bri tits and pussy were full accessible to me, and as an added bonus, if I leaned forward just a little, I could slip my finger into Kendra's pussy, right along-side one of Bri's.
The sights, the sounds and the smell of my very first incestuous three some had taken me to the moon and back. The sounds of soft music in the background and the effects of some good booze, only added to the event. Like some spoiled little brat that can never have enough, I couldn't help but wonder if we would ever do it again.
As my fingers walked all over Bri's body from her hard nipples to her swollen clit, I couldn't stop staring at Kendra, she was as beautiful as any other time that I could remember, her eyes were glazed over in what looked like a sex induced coma, her hair was loose and messed, her beautiful tits had small red love bite marks on them, her body had a sheen of sweat on it, and she was biting her lower lip so hard that it was white. She couldn't have looked any sexier than she did right at that very moment.
Bri changed the pace up a little when she took my right hand off of her hip and pulled it forward toward to breasts, but her idea was not for me to stop there, no she wanted my fingers to work with hers on Kendra. I picked up on the plan quickly and tried to ease one of my digits alongside hers, into Kendra's pussy, but Bri pulled her fingers out and pushed my hand down to her big sister's asshole. Oh, now I understood. As Bri plunged her digits in and out of Kendra's pussy, I did the same with her anus. It was a digit double penetration.
The whole game strategy changed immediately. Kendra started thrashing on the tongue and fingers that were in her. Bri began to ram herself back onto my cock and I ploughed forward into her wet love nest. I'm not sure which of the girls finished first because I was concentrating so hard, trying not to cum first that my temples felt like they were going to explode. When I did finally spurt, Bri was still screaming through her orgasm. My wife noticed that I had finished and said, "don't pull out yet. Bri try to keep Ryan's cum in you".
Bri doing as told, placed two fingers on either side of my cock, as if building a dam and eased herself forward to block the flow. Kendra slithered out from under her, moved into position behind my sister-in-law, moved the hand away and began to lick and suck her little sister's vagina. There was no way I would ever be able to top this visual.
I was no longer hesitant about being an aggressor, so I placed my penis next to Bri's mouth. When she opened her eyes, she was fully aware of what was being requested. My sexy, petite, sister-in law, was sucking our combined cum, off of my cock, while her older sister sucked my cum, out of her baby sisters cunt. I was in heaven.
We all sat back spent and sweating, with dazed looks on our faces. What the fuck just happened? Where do we go from here? I was uncertain if we should laugh or cry. I had had a threesome with my wife and her younger sister. I asked for it to happen, really wanted it to happen, maybe even wished for it to happen, but never in my life did I believe that it was going to happen.
Looking around the room, we were all glancing shyly at one another as if not knowing what to say. Kendra was softly playing with her pussy lips and occasionally rubbing her clit. Bri was snuggled up to an extra-large throw pillow, while mindlessly twirling her hair around a fore finger.I spoke first and broke the trance. "Bri, are you okay with all this?". Kendra jumped like she had been shocked and immediately spun toward Bri to better hear her answer.
Bri smiled and responded with, "Best birthday ever.", laughter filled the room. Kendra suggested that I make another round of drinks, join her and Bri in a hot shower and then we could "all" go somewhere a little more comfortable, our bedroom.
Ah, showers, where dirty girls go to get clean. The giggles coming from the shower in our adjoining bathroom instantly had me aroused, these were not the sounds of women chuckling at a joke, they were the giggles that nervous people make when they are about to have sex.
Setting down the drinks, I headed into the shower. Now, I had been lucky enough to have had sex in this shower on a number of occasions in the past, but tonight would be very special. Opening the door to heaven, I stepped in and was greeted by four hands that eagerly lathered and cleaned every inch of my skin. There was lots of touching, kissing and washing, but much to my chagrin, there was no sex. The girls had other plans.
Dried off and horny, we all piled onto our king-sized bed, with Bri claiming the middle spot. Resting and chatting while enjoying our drinks.
Ever adventurous, Kendra broke the silence by taking some ice from her drink into her mouth, then putting her lips over Bri's nipple. Bri screamed and threw herself backward on to the pillows, my only choice was to follow suit and that's how round number two began, Kendra and I sucking Bri's beautiful hard nipples with mouths full of ice.
Our trio seemed to be very at ease with all the events that were taking place and no request was turned down. We did a three-person daisy chain and then reversed the line-up, so that everyone got a chance to taste each other. Then in true, male, female, female, menage-a-trois fashion Bri had me lay flat on my back and climbed up onto my cock and lowered herself down, while her big sister took a position on my face. It wasn't long before we were all a hot sticky mess and the shower was a thing of the past.
Every movement, touch or taste was new to me, hell it was new to all of us. This was uncharted territory and we were all explorers. The girls took turns riding my dick, while I took turns licking and probing their pussies and assholes. I was enjoying myself soooooo much. This was every sex dream that I've ever had all rolled up into one big, epic event.
"Ryan, lay back toward the headboard and put a couple pillows between you. Kendra sit on him reverse cowgirl and lay with your back on his chest, I got an idea." Apparently Bri was the new director of the show. Both Kendra and I did as we were told. I filled my hands full of my wife's glorious tits as my hard cock impaled her tight pussy. Kendra laid back with her head next to mine and let me do all the work as I began to thrust softly up into her. This alone would be enough to satisfy most men, but when you add in what happened next, it was over the top.
Bri positioned herself between my legs so that she had access to Kendra and my joined together crotches. Kendra screamed out as Bri started licking her clit and let her tongue slide through her pussy lips so that every few strokes she was licking my wet shaft. As I continued pushing up, Bri started full lapping motions, licking from my scrotum, up my shaft and ending at her sister's clit. That combined with the tightness of my wife's pussy was more than I could take. I held Kendra in my arms and bit her neck as I shot my load deep into her womanhood. As we sat motionless, Bri continued her assault on Kendra's clit, while waiting for me to soften enough so that she could pull me out of her big sister's vagina. When that time finally came, Bri returned the favor that her sister had bestowed upon her earlier, she licked and cleaned every drop of my semen out of Kendra's vagina.
Still laying back onto my chest, Kendra had what was to be the last and perhaps the biggest orgasm of the night. When she climaxed, she grabbed ahold of Bri's hair and held her face so tight to her pussy, I could feel her hot breath on my crotch.
Kendra not so eloquently rolled off of me and flopped down on her side panting, while Bri took me into her mouth and cleaned me off.
When Kendra gathered up enough strength, she collected herself and headed to the shower for the second time that night. It didn't take long for her little sister to join. Pulling down the blankets to expose the sheets on the bed, I looked at the duvet that had acted as a sponge, sopping up all the love juices that we had thrown at it, and decided that a visit to the dry cleaners was in it's future. Cleaning up the glasses that had been emptied of their contents, I went down stairs and pondered making another round of drinks, but common sense prevailed, I got three glasses of water instead.
By the time I got back upstairs, both of my lovers were already laying in bed, wearing plush white robes, with their heads wrapped in towels, they looked radiant.
"What, no more margaritas?"
"Nope. And you'll thank me for these drinks in the morning.", handing them the water.
"Thanks baby." Kendra said, looking as sexy as I had ever seen her in all of the time we have spent together.
"No, thank you. I love you so much, you know that, right?" My wife just nodded and drank some of the water that I had given her.
I spent an inordinate amount of time in the shower. Reflection on the past few months played in my head. My life had changed drastically, from one that was great, to bad and back again. Kendra and I had the world in our hands, and we knew it, there was nothing that we wanted for. We worked hard, played hard and things always went our way, nothing was missing, or so we thought. That all changed with one phone call and a flight to Denver.
Bri brought anger and hatred into our home. While her earlier attitude could be called youth related, all of her pain and sorrow had now turned into love. She became a loving and caring person, I never want to let her go.
Climbing into a bed covered in darkness, I reached out to see who had elected to sleep in the center spot, when I felt her soft slender hip, I knew that Bri was beside me. Not wanting to wake her, I gently kissed her forehead, I whispered, "Happy Birthday baby." And rolled over onto my side. It was only a few seconds later that her tiny hand touched my neck and I heard her say, "I love you Ryan."
Sunday's mornings at our house have always been very casual, pajamas, slippers, food and music. It was how we lived. I was always the first up, so it was my self-imposed duty to make a big breakfast / brunch and today would be no exception. There is nothing like a good old fashion feast of eggs and bacon, with some chocolate chip pancakes thrown in on the side to relieve your head of a little hangover.
Kendra arrival was announced with one word, "coffee", there was no objection when I splashed a little Bailey's Irish Cream in it for good measure. Standing there with me, dressed in an oversized sweater and yoga pants, she hugged me tightly and kissed my deeply.
"I'm sorry. I acted like an asshole. Forgive me?" she almost looked like she was going to cry. She had given me one of the greatest gifts of my life and she was asking for my forgiveness.
"All is forgiven. How are you?"
"Bit of a headache, but good."
"No Ken, I mean, how are you?"
"Oh. I'm good. Wow, I can't believe how fast everything snowballed. It just kept getting bigger and bigger. It's crazy what we did last night, right?"
"Yeah crazy's a good word for it. Do you have any regrets?"
"Yes and no. I think that we all have to sit down and have a very long talk. See what all of our plans are, so that no one gets hurt, then set-up some guidelines and rules. Don't you agree?"
"I agree, but I need for you to be happy."
"Ryan, I couldn't be any happier. I love you so much. You've always been there for me and last night proved it. I thought that I would be the odd man out, but I watched the way you looked at me, the way you touched me, the way you made love to me and the way you handled us, sharing yourself with Bri and me, I knew then, that what we have is something special."
I wanted so much to make love to her right there on the kitchen counter, but I wanted for it to just be the two of us. It sounded weird, even in my head, but at that moment, I wanted her all to myself.
Like a whirlwind, Bri came rushing into the kitchen and asked, "what the hell smells so damn good, I'm freakin famished", and then almost like a mirror image of her big sister, she hugged me, stuck her toothpaste tasting tongue into my mouth and said, "good morning lover", then repeated the action and said the exact same words to Kendra. I couldn't help but laugh. What a change of atmosphere, from a couple of days ago.
Lounging about after breakfast, we all did our own thing, from reading books to playing video games, the girls playing on their ipads, but the one common thing we did, was that we all listened to music. Everyone took turns changing albums, so when it was my turn Percy Sledge belted out "When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothin else...", it wasn't until the third time that I played it, that the girls yelled out, "yeah, yeah, we get it". It was a great day.
As day turned to evening, all of the living arrangements had been worked out. The girls believed that the best thing would be for Kendra and I to share our marital bed during the week, with Bri sleeping in her room. During our days alone in the house, if the mood so struck, Bri and I were welcome to use her room, to enjoy our sexual exploits, anytime throughout the week. But on the weekends, Friday, Saturday and Sunday, we would all sleep together as one big happy family, in the master bedroom. Zero objections were to be heard from me.
At an hour that was far too early for people in our demographic to go to bed, Kendra came to me, kissed me softly and said "Baby, were going to soak in a hot bath for bit, then move into the bedroom, give us forty-five minutes or so, then come join us, okay."
Considering all of the events that had happened during the past few months, I felt like the luckiest man on the face of the earth. Having a woman love and want you is a special thing, but when you have two women that love and want you, it is beyond words. The thing that is great about my situation is that the two women that love me, is that they also love each other and that creates a very special bond between us all.
There really is no telling where the path that we are on will lead us. Bri may eventually want to or perhaps feel the need to move out on her own. Kendra may rethink the family situation and decide that she wants children running around in our house. Hell, maybe both of my lovers could end up pregnant, stranger things have happened. Or maybe in a worst-case scenario that I don't think it will ever happen, but who knows, a time may come when one of us rethinks the incestuous behavior that has consumed our lives.
I am not disillusioned, I have a full awareness that most times, good things come to an end, but I plan to ride this wave out until the bitter end.
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