Chapitre 3430: 1

"And thank you for being honest with me, and for letting me share with you. So, can I tell Jeff and Doug that you'll think about it, when Greg leaves for his training?"

I nodded, and said, "I will think about it, but I'm not giving you any promises. I really still am conflicted about the whole thing."

She stood up and smiled and said, "I understand. Oh – shoot – I meant to give you back the thong, sorry."

I expected her to pull it out of her purse, but instead I watched in utter amazement as she lifted up her skirt as if to take her panties off – but instead of panties she was wearing my thong, the black and pink satin thong I had let Jeff keep. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

I watched as she hooked her thumbs under the waist band, and then peeled them off of her body. Just for a second I saw a well-groomed patch of brown pubic hair. She took them off, handed to me, and then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "Thanks, Sabrina, talk to you later!" And with that, she was out the door and gone.

I sat back down on the couch in shock, still holding the thong in my hand. It was still very warm, and I became aware that it was also damp. I pulled the waist band apart, and saw that the crotch was not just damp, but soaked. Soaked with her juices.

I swallowed hard and just stared at the thong. Then, as if in slow motion, I brought the crotch up to my nose, and hesitantly breathed in, as if sampling an unknown smell. It smelled rich and musky and exotic. I felt a shiver go through my body as I breathed in deeper, breathed in the smell of her pussy, examining the intricate scents arranged in amazing complexity. It was, in a word, erotic. Again, as if in slow motion, I stuck out my tongue, and slowly tasted the wetness. It was like salty honey, smooth, and bursting full of flavors. I found myself leaning back, smelling and tasting the crotch, as my legs spread open wide, my skirt spreading apart, my right hand making its way to my panties and the throbbing pussy underneath. I quickly slipped my hand under my panties and began to feel my wetness in my pussy, coating my clit with my thick juices as I slowly played with my pussy. I put down the thong and slid my panties off, giving myself free access to my pussy, legs spread as wide as possible. My wetness was everywhere and I alternated between smelling and tasting Denises' pussy in the thong, and in tasting my wetness on my fingers, sliding two fingers in to coat them, then pulling them out and spreading the thick juice all over my mouth and lips... and then slowly licking it off. I had never been aroused like this before, had never played with myself like this before. I must have sat there for over an hour, intoxicated by her scent and flavor, which was slowly being mixed with mine. Finally I took the crotch of the thong and covered my pussy with it, rubbing it over my clit so that her juices were on me and in me, so that our wetness was mixing together. I rubbed faster and faster until I had a very intense orgasm, complete with lights going off inside my head. I sat there exhausted afterwards, yet aroused enough to put the crotch of the thong into my mouth and suck out the shared wetness within.

If I had been unsure before about all the new developments in my otherwise stagnant sex life, now I really had no idea of what I wanted or what I should or shouldn't do. Part of me understood fully what Denise had been telling me, and saw this as a near-perfect opportunity to really explore my sexuality and do the things I had never done. Yet the little voice inside my head kept reminding me that I was a married woman and needed to stay faithful to Greg. But I hadn't stayed faithful, had I? And it seemed as if the various sexual fantasies I had were all now starting to compete for my time... which to fantasize about first? About being with another woman, maybe Denise? Or about being with two men at the same time, Jeff and... Doug? Those thoughts alternatively thrilled me and frightened me.

At times, it seemed the only thing keeping me from jumping into the opportunity was the fact that I still had Brayden, and so didn't have the time to spend hours and hours in bed, exploring my sexual side. It was of some comfort to the little voice in my head, I suppose, and allowed me the freedom to not have to choose. And then fate decided for me, in a way, when the next-door neighbor's daughter stopped by. Her name was Melissa and she was 19, back from her first year of college, looking for odd jobs to earn money. She knew I was house-sitting for my parents, and wanted to know if she could come over and watch Brayden for me while I ran my errands and went to my parent's house to walk the dog and water the plants. To her, it was a simple request to earn some money. To me, it felt like the last chain was slipping off of my body, and I knew without a doubt that I was free to indulge myself. But even then, I just wasn't sure.

And then, Sunday, the day Greg left, I got a cryptic email from Jeff, saying that he'd be over at Mom and Dad's house on Monday, to help me out. Boy, did that get me thinking. I tossed and turned all night, and was up early the next morning. My thoughts were a confused mix of uncertainty, lust, fear, desire, and worry. The doorbell rang at 7:30, and I opened the door and let Melissa in. She gave me a hug and then went off to play with Brayden, which allowed me to get showered and get dressed to go over to Mom and Dad's house. I got out of the shower and went to get dressed. I pulled open my underwear drawer, and froze.

This was it, I said to myself. This is the moment I have to choose. Do I put on a pair of white cotton briefs, baggy pants and shirt? Or... do I put on some lingerie and a skirt or dress? Either one would be a clear signal, both to myself, and to Jeff.

Brayden was happily playing with Melissa, so I slipped out the back door and headed over to Mom and Dads. It was a quick trip, but even then my mind had time to wander. I turned off the country road and drove up our private drive, still so unsure of how the day would unfold. Yes – I had already been with Jeff, so what was so wrong with having more fun with him? No – it is still a betrayal, still adultery, and moreover incest. Yes, but we're both consenting adults, and it's not hurting anyone. No – what if someone finds out? Yes – the sex was incredibly erotic. No – what if Jeff got me pregnant, somehow?

As I approached the house, I saw Jeff's car already parked in the driveway. I took a deep breath as I got out of the car and walked up to the house. Jeff was sitting at the kitchen table, his laptop open, work files spread around, while he chatted away on his iPhone. He smiled and waved hello as I came in. I went and checked on Buddy, who was asleep in the sun downstairs, and then began my routine of watering the outdoor plants, first in the front yard, and then in the backyard. Then I started in on the plants inside. I was in the living room, watering, when I heard him end his phone conversation and walk towards me.

"You look... absolutely fabulous. Did you know that?"

"Thank you, that's nice of you to say."

"I've never seen that dress before." It was a summer dress, sleeveless with a fitted bodice that accented my waist and hips, and came down to just above my knees.

"Oh, this? Yes... I finally decided to try it out... now that I can actually fit into it."

"I'd say you fit into it perfectly. Damn, you are gorgeous, Sabrina."

I blushed and smiled, and finished up watering the plants. I walked past him, back into the kitchen, to put the watering can down. He followed me back into the room. We looked at each other, smiling, and he finally said, "So."

"So."

"Did you... want to... have some fun? Or, not? I talked with Denise after she came by... and she said you weren't really sure."

"Well, to be honest, Jeff, I'm still not very sure... I am a little upset that you showed the pictures and videos to Doug and Denise."

"But Denise said you two talked about that, and..."

"I know, I know. We did. And I am over it. I just want some reassurance from you that there isn't more that you're not telling me."

He walked over to me and stood in front of me, reaching down to take my hands in his. "I swear I have told you everything, and that I will be completely honest with you from here on out."

I looked into his eyes and smiled at him, but inside I was a mix of emotions. I think Jeff sensed it too, because he asked, "May I kiss you?"

After a moments' hesitation, I softly said, "You may."

And with that, he bent over and kissed me gently, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me to him. We kissed gently for a few moments, and then broke apart. In a somewhat nervous voice, I said, "So... what's next?"

He smiled and walked me into the family room. He sat down in Dad's big cushy chair in front of the TV, and then reached out and put his hands on my hips, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, and we began to kiss very deeply, but very slowly. It was very erotic and I got aroused very fast, particularly when his hands began to rove over my body, caressing my breasts first through the dress, and then unbuttoning the front and reaching inside to caress through my bra. After a few moments he moved his hands down my back to settle on my ass. Then his hands moved under my dress. I could feel him growing under me, and when he felt that I was wearing a thong, he chuckled softly. He asked if he could take a few pictures, and I said, "With what?"

He held up his iPhone, and took a photo of me sitting on his lap with it, and then showed it to me. "You are so naughty, you know that?"

He smiled and then said, "You're the one wearing naughty clothes under your dress. Stand up... I want to see this."

I stood up, and he leaned forward and opened up the front of my dress, and gently touched the lavender satin bra I was wearing. Then he lifted up my dress and let out a soft gasp of excitement when he saw the lavender satin thong I had on. He mumbled, "Turn around."

I turned around and he lifted up my dress again, and again let out another gasp. "That could quite possibly be the hottest thing I've ever seen... ever. I've got to get some photos of this. Wow."

He took a few photos, and then had me straddle him again. We kissed for a few minutes, his hands all over my thighs and thong. I reached down and grabbed and stroked his cock through his slacks. We broke apart again and he softly asked if I'd suck him for a little while. I smiled and got on my knees in front of him, while he unzipped his slacks and pulled his hard cock out. I still couldn't get over the fact at how thick it was, and how plump the head was. It was already dribbling precum, and as I moved in and opened my mouth, I thought I smelled something familiar. I took his cock into my mouth and began to suck, and realized that his cock tasted different... but familiar. It tasted like... pussy. Like another woman's pussy. I took it out of my mouth and asked, "Did you have sex with Denise before you came over here?"

He got a big grin on his face, and said, "Oh yeah. Do you like the taste?"

"You are such a perv." And with that I went back to sucking it. Even though I half-heartedly fought off the thought, I had to admit to myself that tasting Denise on Jeff's cock was extremely erotic.

Jeff had me stop and get back onto his lap. He had me pull the thong aside so that he could slide inside me. Once again it felt like I was being filled beyond full as he penetrated me, but once his cock was coated with my wetness and my pussy began to expand, it quickly became pleasurable. VERY pleasurable.

We kissed deeply while I slowly rode his cock. His hands alternated between my breasts and my ass. I pulled my dress off over my head and unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts for Jeff. He took to them immediately and began suckling from me, which felt wonderful. While I wasn't having the engorgement problems as bad as before, they were still quite full, but I found that if I pumped both of them when I got up in the morning, I could make it through the day. A strange part of me felt glad that Jeff could enjoy the milk, as opposed to me pouring it down the drain every morning.

He had me get off so that he could take a few pictures of my ass in the thong. Then he had me take it off while he took his clothes off. He took the thong and sat down again, and had me suck him while he sniffed and licked the crotch of the thong, which was quite wet. Then it was back onto his cock, and I could tell that he was close to orgasm because he had me pick up the pace. It wasn't long before he was coming inside of me deep. I rode him slowly as his orgasm abated, and then we just sat there, softly kissing each other for a few minutes.

Very quietly, he said, "Will you... clean me off?"

I said, "Sure." and slid off of him, once again kneeling in front of him and spreading my legs apart, to let his come drain out of me. His cock was still somewhat hard, but I found myself enjoying sucking it, making him squirm a little as I sucked hard every now and then, tasting both myself and his come. And all the while I could feel the regular drip as stringy globs of his load slipped out of me and pooled on the floor.

I finished up and then leaned back, legs spread, and our eyes met. He looked at me adoringly, and took another photo, and then said, "You didn't get to come... did you."

"No, but that's ok... I enjoyed the ride."

"No, it's not ok... it's your turn." And with that he got up out of the chair and had me sit down on the edge of it and lean back. I spread my legs for him and he got between them, taking a few photos before he started licking and kissing his way up my thighs, until I felt his tongue on my aching clit. I was still a little amazed that he wasn't bothered by his own come all over my pussy, but he cleaned that up quickly and then began to eat me out in earnest. It wasn't long before I was moaning with pleasure.

He had me flip over onto my hands and knees, and took a few more photos before he began eating me again. It felt wonderful and my orgasm came very quickly. I didn't hold back and let out some rather loud yells of pleasure. As the orgasm passed my heavy breathing quieted down, and I turned around and sat down in the chair. We rested and made a little small talk, commenting on the sex, and then he said, "I think it's time we went back to Mom and Dad's bed. Would you mind putting the thong back on?"

He was grinning from ear to ear, and I just couldn't say no, so I picked it up and slid it on. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, due to it being so wet, but I knew Jeff wanted to see me in it more, so I didn't mind.

We walked back to the bedroom, and I was a bit surprised when I saw what had been done to Mom and Dad's king-sized bed. Their old blankets and sheets had been stripped and put in the corner, and in place was a set of white satin sheets. "Wow... that's rather kinky."

"You don't mind, do you? It was Denises' idea, to be honest."

"Really. That is... interesting." I wanted to take a moment to think more about Denise... and how she tasted on Jeff's cock... and how I had enjoyed her scent, her exotic flavor in my own thong, but Jeff had other ideas.

"Can I take a few more photos, and then... can we 69 again?"

"Whatever you want, sweetheart." He got a big grin on his face, and then had me pose for him with my legs spread, on my hands and knees, and lying on my stomach, legs spread.

He then lay down on the bed and had me get on top, with my pussy over his face. He still had his iPhone and was taking close-up pictures of the thong over my pussy.

"Are you ever going to put that thing away?"

"Yes... in a minute..."

He began to touch and caress my pussy through the thong, and I took that as the cue to start sucking his limp cock. It slowly began to come to life, growing bigger by the minute. Jeff then pulled the thong to the side and began to eat me out, but only for a few minutes, because then he told me he wanted me to take the thong off.

I let out an exasperated sigh, and got off of him, slipping the thong off onto the floor and then getting on top of him again. I started to suck his cock again, and after a few moments realized that he was taking more photos, this time of my spread-open pussy, and then he had the audacity to make a phone call!

I stopped sucking him, looked back, and asked, "What are you doing?" But he was already in conversation. I slowly sucked him while listening in to the conversation.

"Hey, it's me. Did you get the photos? Well go check your email, I just sent them. No, we're not done, we're just getting started for another round. Oh yeah – it was awesome, we did it in Dad's recliner. No, she's on top of me right now, I've got her luscious pussy inches from my face. Oh yeah, it's dripping. Are you in the den yet? Ok, open them up."

I stopped sucking, and looked back, saying loudly this time, "Who are you talking to?"

He stopped talking on the phone, and said, "Oh, sorry, Sabrina... it's Denise." Then he went back to talking to his wife. "I know, aren't they great? I LOVE the lavender thong. Totally hot, I know. Oh yeah, it's totally soaked. Sure, I'll ask her for it. You want what? Ok, I'll try... call you back in a few."

He got off the phone and started to eat me out. I stopped sucking him and said, "What was that all about?"

"Oh, sorry... just that... I told Denise I'd send her some photos, that's all. You don't mind, do you?"

"Well, sort of... you're going to delete them all?"

"Of course."

"Ok." And with that we were back to pleasuring each other orally. Once he was fully hard and aroused, he had me slide down and ride his cock, only with my back to him, leaning forward so that he could watch his cock getting swallowed by my pussy. I rode him slowly like that for a few minutes, and then got off of him and turned around, and began to ride him with my face to him. We kissed and he drank more from my breasts, and I took my time riding his cock, letting my orgasm build until it burst inside my head like the roaring surf breaks on rocks at the beach.

After a few moments rest, I slid off of him and he had me lay on my stomach while he got on top of me. I spread my legs for him and he entered me from behind. This was a new but enjoyable sensation, and I could tell he really enjoyed it, because it wasn't long before his pace quickened, his breathing got heavy, and then he was once again coming inside of me.

He lay on top of me for a few minutes, and then slid off and lay next to me, face to face. I stayed on my stomach but adjusted my hips and legs. We both drifted off, dozing off and on, for almost an hour. It was incredibly relaxing and the satin sheets felt absolutely wonderful.

I woke up first, with Jeff waking up a few minutes later. I said, "Would you like to see the mess you made?"

He smiled and said, "Sure."

I had him pull back the sheet that was over me, and look at my pussy. His load had dripped out of me while we slept, and had formed a cascading trail of sticky white come out of my pussy, across my thigh, and then down my ass cheek and onto the bed. He was so impressed that he took a few photos of it before I made him get me a towel so I could clean up.

He took a quick shower first before I took my turn. When I got out of the bathroom he was fully dressed. "Denise totally loved the pictures."

"I can't believe you sent them on to her..."

"Don't worry. They have already been deleted off of my phone and at home. Honest."

I smiled, but said, "I'm not sure if I believe you or not."

"Oh, I'm completely trustworthy, you know."

"Yeah... right."

"I am! Honest! And hey... can I ask another favor?"

I gave him a questioning look, and he continued, "Can I... take the thong with me? Please?"

I sighed and said, "Of course, you insatiable pervert."

He smiled and said, "And... speaking of that... would it be possible for me to have a quickie? On the kitchen counter?"

"Oh my word... are you serious?" Couldn't he get enough?

"Yes... do you mind?"

I just shook my head. He had me put my bra and dress back on, and then sit on the edge of the counter so he could eat me out. It felt wonderful, and my pussy got wet again, but I knew an orgasm would be a long time in coming. After a few minutes he stood up and unzipped his slacks, pulling out his hard cock again. He had to stand on his tiptoes to get into me, and once again my pussy was stretched wide by his cock, although this time it wasn't very long at all before the pain went away and the pleasure flooded in.

I was once again amazed at Jeff's control – in our past encounters, and earlier today, his stamina was impressive, but it appeared he also could make himself come fast, if he wanted to. He quickly became very aroused and I was beginning to learn his body language, so I knew he was getting close to coming. "Want to... come... in your mouth... please..." he blurted out as he was pumping me hard and deep. I said, "Ok, sweetheart... ok..."

"Here it comes... please..."

He pulled out and I quickly kneeled on the floor, taking the head of his cock into my mouth as much as I could. A few seconds later his cock was spurting into the back of my throat, filling up my mouth with his warm, slightly bitter, slightly salty come. I gently sucked his cock, pulling the last few gobs of come out, and then began swallowing it.

He reached down and gently pulled me up, and muttered, "Back inside you... just for a few moments... please..." So I got back up on the counter, and he slid back into me, although his cock was already starting to soften. He held himself inside me, and said, "Just wanted to... get your wetness on me... so that Denise could taste."

I just laughed and shook my head. I couldn't believe I was doing what I was doing, and who I was doing it with.

He slid out of me and very carefully put his cock back into his pants. I still needed to take Buddy for a walk in the backyard, so I gave him a quick kiss goodbye and went out back while Jeff packed up his files and laptop and went home. The thought of Denise tasting me, on Jeff's cock, was very arousing to me. And of course he would give her the thong, again. Prim and proper Denise is quite the slut, I thought to myself. And so are you, said the little voice in the back of my head.

I had not brought a spare pair of underwear, and wasn't about to borrow anything from my mother, so drove home with nothing on under my dress. When I got home, Brayden and Melissa were happily playing on the floor. She hadn't seen me when I had left earlier, and commented on how good my dress looked. I smiled and said thanks, and went to get my purse to pay her, but when I reached for it, it fell onto the floor. I bent down to pick it up, and realized too late that my bare ass was exposed and that a final, small glob of come had dripped out onto my thigh. I stood up quickly and turned around, to see if Melissa had noticed. Her head was turned away enough to make me think she didn't see, but I made a mental note to be more careful around her. Nervously I got my money out of my purse, and then thanked Melissa for her work. She took the money and said she had enjoyed it. We confirmed that she'd be coming over every morning of the week, and then she gave me a brief hug and kiss on the cheek before she left. It was only after she left that I realized that I smelled faintly of sex, and that my breath smelled very strongly of come. I hoped beyond hope that Melissa hadn't noticed... what would she think of me?

While that thought, and the guilt of what I had just done, did haunt me a little that evening, it wasn't enough to stop me from fantasizing about what the next day held in store. This time, however, I was more careful, and wore a rather conservative skirt and blouse, and put a pair of panties in my purse just in case. I had, however, put on lingerie, this time a matching royal blue satin bra with matching thong and garter-belt. The white stockings I wore looked just like regular pantyhose. I tried to convince myself that Melissa wouldn't suspect anything.

The anticipation was quite noticeable as I drove to Mom and Dad's house, and I was already getting moist as I pulled up to the house. But Jeff's car wasn't parked in front when I got there. Perhaps he got hung up at work, or wasn't planning on coming over, I thought to myself, although admittedly I was disappointed.

I started my watering routine, getting the plants watered before I took Buddy for his walk in the backyard. As I came back inside the house, I heard, Hello, Sabrina!" come from the living room. Startled, I turned, and there, standing in the living room, was Doug.

The knot in my stomach began to form as I said, "Oh, hi, Doug, I didn't hear you come in."

"Sorry I'm late... was a bad commute into work."

"It's ok... I mean... I thought Jeff was coming by, or... wasn't sure, so..."

"I hope you don't mind me being here." His voice was gentle and inquisitive, and his facial expression was one of genuine concern.

"No, no, not at all."

"You look a little nervous, though. I was sort of under the impression that you and Denise had talked."

"We did... she told me that Jeff had shared our time together with both her and you."

"He did. I hope it didn't upset you, too much?"

"It did, but I'm over it, mostly..."

"Denise did say you were still somewhat unsure, about the whole situation."

"Yes, I am..."

"Well, we don't have to do anything... if you're not ready, or... don't want to. Honest."

"I know... and I've been trying to sort it out... it's a lot to take in, you know?"

"I know... I know."

"And I can't help but sometimes see myself as nothing more than the family whore, who is being passed around for all to use and enjoy."

"Oh, Brina... please don't ever think that. That's not it at all, not it at all. Denise said that she had tried to explain our... unique situation, unique relationship."

"She did. And I do understand. Or at least, parts of me does."

"Then you must understand how much we all love you, very much. And that the intimacy is just our special way of communicating that love to each other. And that we want to share that relationship with you."

"I do, I do. I just have a lot of conflicting emotions and thoughts, that's all."

"That is completely understandable. And I will understand if you're not ready to go down that road with me, even after you have with Jeff."

Although he tried to hide it, I could tell there was disappointment on his face and in his voice. Part of me honestly did feel like the family whore; but part of me also realized that I wanted this as well, to be with Doug. Perhaps I was coming around to Denise's point of view, or perhaps I really was the slut I feared I was. Maybe it was just as simple as some harmless sexual exploration.

And this was Doug I was talking to – not Jeff. Doug, 8 years older than me, had always been supportive and loving, even when he was in high school and it wasn't cool to be nice to a kid sister. He was sensitive, and was self-confident but not arrogant. And, as superficial as it sounded, he was incredibly good looking. Jeff was too, but Doug had darker features and a lither frame. Perhaps that was why women always gravitated to him... and why it was so easy to be attracted to him now.

"Doug, I do... want to be with you. Please know that. It's just... I'm a little nervous, that's all. With Jeff, it just kind of happened, at first. There wasn't much build-up. One minute he was trying to be a good brother and help me feel better, and the next minute..."

I trailed off as flashes of thoughts went off inside my head of Jeff inside me. And I knew there was no going back with Doug now, either.

Doug didn't say anything, but just smiled. Then he said, "If you're sure about this, then... why don't we go back to your old bedroom."

I smiled coyly as I said, "My old bedroom? You don't want the satin sheets on Mom and Dad's bed? Or the couch? Or kitchen counter?"

He laughed and said, "Jeff said you two had been quite busy... no, I hate to admit it, but... when I've fantasized about you in the past, it's always been about you in your old bedroom."

We walked down the hall and took the first left, into what used to be my bedroom. It still had my pink wallpaper up, and pushed to the side, my double bed I slept in while I still lived at home. Part of the room had been converted to accommodate my mother's sewing machine, but the rest was still from my high school days.

He sat down on the end of the bed and, taking me by my hands, had me stand in front of him. He looked me up and down for a few minutes, and the look on his face clearly communicated that he really couldn't believe we were about to do what he had dreamed about for years.

He seemed to come to his senses, and began to slowly unbutton my blouse, slipping it off, and quietly saying, "Mmmm... that is nice..." when he saw the blue satin bra. He caressed my breasts through the bra for a few moments, and I noticed that he was much gentler than Jeff. He then had me turn around, and unzipped my skirt, pushing it slowly off my hips, exposing the garter belt and then the back of the thong. My skirt hit the floor and I stepped out of it and kicked it to the side.

"Wow. You are incredible."

I was still facing away, but blushed and softly said, "Thanks."

"No... I mean it, Brina... you look fantastic. I mean, you always have, trust me... but... I can't even tell you ever had a kid."

I slowly rocked my hips back and forth, and said, "Well, I'm glad you like it."

He gently ran his hands up my sides, down my back, and then caressed my hips and ass. He leaned in to gently kiss the small of my back, and that was enough to send a ripple of electricity through me that even he felt. His hands moved up my back and undid my bra, then moved down to undo the two garters in the back. He took me by the hips and turned me around so he could undo the two garters in the front. He then pushed off the garter-belt, then the stockings, saying, "I never did like pantyhose... always got in the way..." His hands moved up my stomach and pulled gently at my bra, releasing my breasts. He dropped the bra on the floor and then gently caressed my nipples, before leaning forward to drink from me. My milk supply had started to wane and so I wasn't in pain, but my breasts were still relatively full and I wanted him to suck both deeply. He was happy to comply, and I quickly became aroused, as did he.

He got up and had me sit where he had been sitting. I leaned back as he kissed his way up my thighs, my legs spreading open for him. He gently stroked and kissed my pussy through the thong, and then reached up to take it off of me. It slid off and he dropped it on to the floor as I spread my legs for him again, bending my knees and putting my feet on the edge of the bed.

He slowly and methodically began to lick and suck my pussy. It quickly became clear that Doug was quite experienced at orally pleasing a woman, but that he was not going to give me a quick orgasm. Instead, he proceeded to give me wave after wave of pleasure, each lick building upon the last as he lapped up my thick wetness. He brought me to the brink of orgasm over and over, only to pull me back again. I wasn't even trying to be quiet anymore, but had given in completely to the pleasure. Gradually he began to focus only on my clit, and the orgasm he had built began to crash through me and out of me, leaving me trembling and senseless on the bed, completely overcome with erotic pleasure.

I don't know how long I lay there, but I felt Doug get onto the bed and felt him pulling me up so that my head was on the pillow. He was next to me and from the heat I felt from his body, I could tell he had taken his clothes off. He put his hand on my hip and pushed me up on my side, away from him, and positioned himself behind me. I felt his hard cock and briefly wondered if he was as big as Jeff. I was laying on my right side, and his left hand moved down my hip and gently grabbed onto the back of my leg. He lifted my leg up and repositioned his hips, bringing his cock up to touch my pussy. I felt the head of his cock start to slide into me. He gently pushed in, then pulled out briefly before pushing further inside. Once again it felt initially uncomfortable as his cock began to fill me, but I was still very wet and my pussy was expanding as he penetrated deeper and deeper inside me. I reached down between my legs to feel for his balls, as it felt like he was inside me to the hilt, but instead found that he still had what felt like almost 3 inches to go before he was inside me all the way. Oh... he's big... I thought. He gently continued to push until his entire length was inside me. He held it there for a few moments, and then gently began to slide in and out of me.

His strokes were long and slow, and I realized that even though he didn't have the thickness of Jeff, he was certainly longer than Jeff. He had propped up my leg with his knee, and his hand was now cupping my breast, gently massaging the nipple. He fucked me from behind for almost 10 minutes, and in that time I became aroused again and realized he was trying to hit my g-spot on every thrust. I began to moan every time he did, and that seemed to encourage him and cause him to thrust harder and deeper. It wasn't long before I was coming again, and my cries of pain and pleasure pushed him to the brink. He began to come deep inside me, saying over and over again, "Oh... Brina... I'm coming... I'm coming..."

We lay there, exhausted yet entwined together, dozing off and on for a few minutes. He leaned back and slipped his cock out of me, and I lay back in his arms, listening to him softly breathe, while a steady flow of come spilled out of my pussy and dripped down my ass. He woke up after a few minutes, and I asked, "So... was that what you've been wanting for all this time?"

"Oh yes... that and so much more. That was wonderful, Brina. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad I could do this with you. Honest." We looked each other in the eyes, and I saw in him only love and appreciation. And the little voice in my head that normally would be screaming at me was just a quiet voice in the background, albeit temporarily.

We lay there in silence for a few minutes, and then I asked, "So... do you have a long list of kinky fantasies about me, like Jeff?"

"Oh, yes, I do..."

"Like what?"

"Well, I don't suppose... you still have your cheerleader outfit from high school, do you?"

I rolled on my side, prompting a large glob of come to ooze out of me and drip down my thigh. In disbelief, I asked, "You seriously fantasized about me in my cheerleader outfit?"

"Brina, every guy in America has dreamed about a girl in a cheerleader outfit."

"I know, but... I wasn't much to look at when I was in high school."

"Are you serious? Of course you were. Sure, you had some baby fat still on you, but you've always had a knockout figure, since you were like 15."

"You're just as much of a pervert as Jeff, you know that?"

"Of course I know that. You don't even want to know about all the conversations we've had about you, trust me."

"Seriously?"

"Oh yeah. He didn't tell you I was the one that showed him how to steal your panties from your dirty clothes hamper?"

"Oh my – you PERVERT! Did you really used to do that?"

"Of course! Any chance I could get! Especially when you had been working out and they were sweaty."

"Oh my. That is WAY too much information."

"Sorry, Brina, really... but it is true. Both Jeff and I have had a thing for you for a long time. A very long time."

We laid there in silence for a few minutes, before Doug asked, "You're not... upset, are you?"

"No... just wondering how I missed all these signals all these years. I was pretty oblivious, I guess."

"No, we were just super careful to keep it a secret, that's all."

"Well, you did a good job of it... and I guess that makes sense, considering how you've been able to keep up a sexual relationship with Denise all these years, and nobody's ever figured that out."

He laughed and smiled, and said, "Denise did say that you seemed most shocked at that little fact."

"Little fact? Are you kidding? I'm not supposed to be shocked that you're fucking your brother's wife on a routine basis?"

"Ok, ok... I guess it is a big fact. But it's not just about the sex, Brina."

"I know, I know. I'm finding that out for myself these days."

He smiled at me and I could tell it was conveying warmth and love for me. Then he said, "So... about that cheerleader outfit..."

I shook my head and got up, putting my hand between my legs to catch his residual come. "Let me go get cleaned up, and then I'll see if I can find it."

He got up and got dressed as I went to the bathroom. I came back and began to look through the closet in my old bedroom. Sure enough, under a clear plastic dry-cleaning sheet, was my cheerleader sweater and pleated skirt. I put them on and then showed them to Doug.

"What do you think?"

"I think you look awesome, that's what I think."

I turned around so he could see me from behind, and he mumbled, "I wanted to fuck you so bad back then."

"Well, here's your chance."

"Did you put any underwear back on?"

"No... did you want me to put the thong back on?"

"No, I was actually kind of hoping for some plain panties. Like you wore in high school."

"You perv... you're in luck, I brought a pair to wear home, because I had a feeling I'd need it... hang on, let me put those on."

I went out to the living room and dug them out of my purse, and slipped them on as I walked back down the hall to my old bedroom. I lifted up my skirt to give him a quick flash as I walked in.

He was sitting on the bed and I could see that his cock was already getting hard again. He sat down on the floor and had me stand in front of him, so he could run his hands up and down my legs and under my skirt. He had me turn around so he could look up my skirt from behind, and I felt him gently caress my ass cheeks through the pink cotton panties I was wearing. Then he put his hands on my hips and pulled me down, straddling his cock. It was hard now and was throbbing against the fabric of his slacks, searching for my pussy, which was doing a good job at getting the panties wet. His hands went under my sweater and moved around to cup and caress my breasts. He held me tight for a long time, and then we both got up and he lay back down on the bed. He asked me to 69 him, so I straddled his head and positioned myself above his cock. I undid his zipper and grabbed his still wet cock with my hand and began to suck and lick my pussy juices off of the shaft and head. Meanwhile, he was caressing my legs and ass and sliding his hands under the panties to feel my pussy. After about 5 minutes, he had me stop and get off of him, and get on the edge of the bed on my hands and knees. He got behind me and lifted up the pleated skirt, then pulled the panties to the side. Soon I felt the head of his cock penetrate my pussy as he began to slide inside me. His length was once again a bit uncomfortable but soon enough he was sliding in and out of me slowly. I turned my head to watch his face, and unlike Jeff, he had his eyes closed and his face pointed up at the ceiling. I quietly laughed, and he opened his eyes. Still pumping me, he said, "What?"

"Just wondering what you were thinking about."

"Just fantasizing that it was 15 years ago, that's all..."

He began to quicken his pace, and I could tell he was getting close to coming again. Just to play along, I said, "Hurry, Doug... Mom and Dad and Jeff will be getting home from the game any minute..."With that he completely lost control and began to loudly moan, "Oh Brina oh Brina oh yes here it comes oh here it comes..." And with that, his cock exploded in of me, taking my hips and thrusting deep inside over and over again. As his orgasm washed over him, his thrusts began to slow and finally stop. He held himself inside me, his eyes still closed, face still pointed up at the ceiling. Without opening his eyes, he said, "Brina, that was awesome. Mind-blowing. You have no idea how hot that just was."

I laughed and said, "Good. I'm glad. It was pretty kinky for me, too."

He looked down at me and smiled, and opened his mouth to say something, when his phone rang. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and answered it. It was his office calling to ask when he would be returning. If only they could see him now, I thought... with his cock still inside his sister, who was dressed up like a cheerleader.

He shut his phone and put it back in his pocket, and said, "Sorry, Brina... I have to get going."

"It's ok, I understand."

He pulled out of me and put his cock away while I pulled my underwear over my pussy and sat back down on the bed.

"This has been amazing, just absolutely amazing. Thank you for doing that for me."

"Of course."

"And you're... ok, with all of this?"

"Part of me is, yes... the little voice inside of me is calling me a whore right now, but the rest of me is ok with this."

"You're not a whore."

"I know. But don't you think it's just a little odd that I am so willing to have an incestuous relationship with both of my brothers?"

"I suppose, from an outside perspective, yes, it does. But you know that's not the truth."

"I do, on some level. I'm just adjusting, that's all."

He leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Thanks again."

I sat there until I heard the front door close, and then I got up and headed to the master bedroom shower. I took off the cheerleader outfit and threw it on the floor, and then peeled off the panties. So much for having a clean pair of panties to wear home, I thought.

Once again I made the drive home with nothing on under my skirt, and arrived to find Melissa and Brayden watching a video on the TV. I was standing at the kitchen counter, pulling out Melissa's money, when I felt a warm blob drip onto my inner thigh. Oh no, I thought, as I felt it fall and then heard it hit the floor with a soft splatter. Without moving I handed Melissa her money and then walked her to the door, hoping that she hadn't noticed the blob of come on the kitchen floor.

The next day I made sure to play it safe, packing an entire change of clothes into a bag and putting it into the trunk before Melissa arrived. I did have on a matching white satin bra and thong, with lacy black edges and small black polka dots, underneath an ankle-length skirt and long-sleeved sweater. I knew my outfit might initially disappoint Jeff or Doug (I wasn't sure who would be waiting for me), but I didn't want to arouse any more suspicions from Melissa.

When I got to Mom and Dad's house, I saw Jeff's car parked in the driveway, and began to anticipate more erotic fun. I walked into the house, expecting to find Jeff at the table, working on his files; instead, sitting on the couch, looking prim and proper in a sleeveless peach dress and matching heels with immaculately sculpted hair, perfectly accentuated with a string of pearls around her neck, was Denise.

She smiled when she saw me, and said, "Hello, Sabrina."

"Hi, Denise..."

The look on my face must have given her some idea that I was confused, so she said, "It's just us today... I hope that's ok?"

"Sure, of course." I swallowed hard and smiled, but felt the knot in my stomach start to grow. Yes, I had had sex now with both of my brothers. Wild, kinky, erotic sex. But they were both men. If this was going where I thought it was going, it meant I was about to go even further and have my first sexual encounter with another woman. With Denise.

"I made some tea, would you like some?"

"Um, yes... of course." I sat down on the other end of the couch while she poured out some chamomile tea into a cup and handed it to me.

"Mmm... smells wonderful. Thanks."

"Sure. I hope you don't mind, I've been here for a little while, and already took Buddy for a walk, and watered the plants."

"Thank you, that was thoughtful of you."

"Happy to do it. It was nice to get out of the house so early and let Jeff do the morning routine with the kids, for once. I tried to make it easy for him by leaving him frozen waffles, but I'd imagine he's already figured out how to burn them in the toaster."

We laughed at that for a moment, and then Denise looked me in the eyes, and asked, "Can we talk some more, about our relationship?"

I swallowed hard, and nodded, thinking to myself, I know where this is going... do I want to go there?

"I know you're nervous... and I am too. But it also seems like you and Jeff and Doug have been able to share some enjoyable time together, so far, this week?"

I smiled, and said, "Oh yes... very enjoyable. But I'm still not sure it's the right thing to do. I know that sounds lame, but..."

She interrupted, "You don't have to explain it to me, Sabrina, honest. I understand."

"Well, maybe part of it, but, for you, it's relatively straight-forward – Jeff and Doug are your lovers. But for me, they are my brothers."

"But you've taken them on as lovers, haven't you?"

"I suppose so... yes... which is why I think it's a little more complicated for me, than it is for you."

"I see what you are saying. You are probably right. That does add a level of complexity to it. But it also adds a layer of intimacy that I could never have with either of them, even being married to Jeff."

"True."

"And you seem to have been a willing lover to both of them."

I thought a minute, and then said, "Also true. While part of me has resisted, and is still resisting... most of me... wants to be intimate. I can honestly say I've never had this many erotic experiences in my life."

"If I can be totally honest with you, Sabrina, I was kind of hoping..." Her voice trailed off and she looked down at her now empty tea cup.

"You were kind of hoping that you and I could spend some time together."

She looked up and smiled, and said, "Yes. Exactly."

"I thought so."

"I hope you don't mind me asking. I've had some experiences with other women in the past... but that was years ago. And I have found myself wanting to share some intimacy with a woman for a while now. And my heart seems set on you."

"I don't know what to say. I mean... part of me really wants this, Denise... but... I'm just not sure if I can cross that line. First Jeff, then Doug, and now you... always straying further from Greg."

"That really bothers you, doesn't it."

"It does... or at least, it bothers part of me... I mean... I just keep asking myself, if I was really that concerned about it, would I have fucked Jeff all over my house, in my bed... and now here at Mom and Dad's house? Would I have fucked Doug in my old bedroom, in my cheerleader outfit, yesterday?"

"He had you put on your old cheerleader outfit?"

We both laughed at that, and that seemed to relax the atmosphere considerably.

"Oh, Denise... I know it sounds like I'm a mess... and I guess I am... but it's just hard to reconcile all these conflicting desires. So much of me wants to let go and indulge in all of my fantasies... but that little voice in my head won't go away."

"I understand. Every time I'm with Doug, that little voice is right there with me, too."

"Really?"

"Oh, of course! Whenever I leave Jeff with the kids so that I can go over to be with Doug, that little voice always says something like, 'goodbye, honey, I'm off to your brothers' house, I'm going to spread my legs wide for him and let him fuck me any way he wants, hope you don't mind that I'm wearing the same lingerie you got me for our anniversary last year! Take care of the kids while I'm gone, don't worry about me, hopefully he won't get me pregnant, don't wait up, I'll be home in four or five hours when he's done fucking me, and will probably be covered in come'... drives me crazy, sometimes, but I don't let it stop me."

"Oh wow, Denise... I thought I was the only one that had that sort of thing going through my head!"

We both laughed again, and then she said, "Sabrina, if you want to stop this, I'm happy to keep our friendship the way it is, no regrets, no questions asked. But... I also am hoping that you'd like to take it a little further."

I swallowed hard, and said, "I think... I think I want to, as well." And thinking back on it, could I really deny that I was extremely curious about being with another woman? After tasting Denise in my thong and on Jeff's cock?

We smiled at each other, and then Denise got up and sat down right next to me on the couch. My hands were shaking, and she put her hands on top of mine to calm them.

"I'm sorry... I'm just... really nervous."

She smiled, and then leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then she reached down and lifted up my sweater over my head, taking it off and setting it aside. She leaned over and gently began to kiss and caress my breasts through my bra, as well as my stomach. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, and tried to focus on the sensations she was bringing to my trembling body. She began to play with my nipples through my bra, and soon one of her hands was moving towards the hooks on the back of my bra. I leaned forward momentarily so she could undo them, and then leaned back when I felt them give.

She got on her hands and knees in front of me, and I spread my legs so she could kneel between them. I watched her face as she gently removed my bra and began to caress my breasts, before leaning in to suck at them. I once again leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling her suck and drink from me. The warmth and wetness was growing between my thighs, and I was amazed at how erotic it was to have another woman doing this to me. It was so foreign, so strange... but it felt so wonderful.

Before I knew it I felt her hands moving up my legs, stopping at my knees, then moving up my thighs, pushing up my skirt. She moved her hands into my inner thighs and pushed my legs further apart, pushing the skirt out of the way. She put her hands on my hips and slowly pulled me towards the edge of the couch, allowing me to lean back further while she gently kissed and licked up my thighs. I couldn't believe Denise was about to lick and suck on my pussy. I couldn't believe another woman would do this, but sure enough, I felt her touch on my thong, heard her inhale deeply over and over again as she took in my scent. Then her hands were back at my hips, pulling, pulling on the thong, which slid easily off of my hips, but seemed stuck to my pussy. I finally realized that the reason it was stuck was because it was so incredibly wet with my juices.

Once the thong was off I eagerly spread my legs wide again for her, and heard her let out a soft moan of pleasure as she finally saw my pussy, spread open wide. She took forever to work her way back up to my lips, and I nearly went insane waiting to feel her tongue on my clit. But then, there it was... it almost felt cool to the touch, considering how hot I was. It felt absolutely magical the way she traced out my pussy, dipping in as far as she could, before licking and sucking up my thick juices, coating her face with my wetness as she played with my clit. While both Doug and Jeff had proven themselves to be exceptionally good at giving me oral pleasure, having Denise between my thighs was like nothing I had ever experienced. I came repeatedly, over and over, a long, extended orgasm, brought on by the licks, and prods of her tongue, until I was shaking and gasping for breath, uncontrollably moaning.

I sat there, legs spread wide, eyes closed, for several minutes, allowing the pleasure to slowly abate from my shuddering body. I felt Denise sit down next to me on the couch, and she reached out and took my hand in hers, giving me a squeeze. She sat next to me for what seemed like an hour, but in reality was more like five minutes, allowing me to savor the orgasm and recover on my own time.

My eyes finally fluttered open, and she met my gaze. She could tell that I had reached a new level in sexual exploration, and that I had no regrets about it, and in her eyes I could see that I had only temporarily satisfied her lust for me. She had also taken off her dress and slip, and was wearing a lacy white bra and the lavender thong I had worn for Jeff two days previously. I smiled and laughed when I saw that she was wearing it, and she took that as my cue that I was ready for more.

She leaned in and began to gently kiss me, first with her lips closed, and then with them open, her tongue making gentle forays into my mouth. Her face was covered with my wetness and the smell and taste of my pussy was everywhere – on her tongue, on her lips. We kissed slowly at first, but then began to kiss deeper and deeper. Her hand made its way up my thigh, pushing my legs apart. Her fingers finally found their mark as they began to play with my clit. It still felt oversensitive and I jumped and squirmed, but we continued to kiss deeply while she pushed and stroked and probed my clit and pussy, sliding a finger inside me and stroking the front of my pussy, then pulling it out to stick it into our mouths, then playing with my clit. I began to get aroused again, almost frenetic with passion.

She took my hand in hers and placed it on her thigh, and I quickly made my way up to her crotch, feeling the soft, supple skin of her inner thigh as she spread her legs for me. As soon as I touched her crotch I could feel the heat and wetness of her pussy under the thong. The thought of me touching another woman's pussy was bizarre – was I really going to touch it? Much less lick it? Was I really going to put my face between her thighs and taste her? The train of thoughts stopped me in my tracks, but Denise was passionately kissing me and doing extremely arousing things with her fingers on and in my pussy, drawing me quickly back to the pleasure I was receiving. My hand roved around, randomly, at first, then quickly centered on the wet spot. She let out a gasp and low moan, and I was surprised to hear myself respond with a similar groan.

Denise stopped kissing me and leaned back, moving her hands to her hips and lifting her ass off of the couch as she peeled off the thong. I noticed that the crotch was completely soaked with her wetness. I still couldn't believe what I was about to do, but Denise leaned back and spread her legs wide and stared at me, silently begging me to please her, as she had just pleased me. She was absently stroking her clit with one of her well-manicured fingers. I was frozen and unsure of what to do, so she leaned forward and reached out to me. We began to kiss deeply again, slowly, and she guided my hand to her crotch once more. I immediately felt the hot wetness of her pussy, and my fingers instinctively knew how to seek out her clit. She was soaking wet with her thick juices, and I found it strangely erotic and slightly repulsive that her wetness was on my fingers. But the kissing and her gentle touches were taking me quickly past the point of no return, and I began to gently explore her pussy with my fingers, stroking her clit and tracing her lips. I swallowed hard and then slowly slid a finger inside of her. It was incredibly erotic for both of us, and she gasped in pleasure as I pushed further inside. Her hips were slowly squirming as I moved my finger in and out several times. We stopped kissing, and looked in each others' eyes. Hers were filled with pure pleasure and desire, and she softly said, "Taste... taste..."

I pulled my finger out of her pussy, and slowly moved it up to my mouth. It was coated with her wetness, and I could smell her scent even as I opened my lips to take my finger inside. I closed my mouth and ran my tongue over my finger, tasting that sweet, salty, musky flavor that I had already been introduced to. It was incredibly erotic and I knew I wanted more. While I was doing this, she had been stroking herself and reached out and offered up her own fingers for me to taste. I took them into my mouth, and decided it was now or never. I slid to my knees and moved between her widespread legs. She smiled, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back onto the couch, awaiting the pleasure she had wanted for so long and now was ready to receive.

And there it was, right there in front of me... another woman's pussy, dripping wet. I took a moment to look at it, mustering up my courage to actually lean forward and taste, for the first time, another woman's pussy. Yes – I had thought about it over and over again... and yes, what better person to do this with, than a trusted, close, friend? I just never thought I'd be doing this with my sister-in-law, I thought.

Her bush was immaculately trimmed, and was light brown in color. It was obvious that she waxed around the edges, and I was a little ashamed that my dark brown bush was wild, although to be honest there wasn't much that I would have trimmed. Her pink pussy lips and swollen clit glistened with thick juices; in fact, the bush around her pussy was soaked and matted with her wetness, and as I moved in closer I watched a drop of her wetness slide down her pussy and drip onto the couch, leaving a thin strand of wetness that still connected her pussy to the drop on the couch. Taking one more look, I said to myself, here goes! And leaned in.

Her smell was exotic and complex and arousing, and I put my hands on her legs, causing her to jump a little from the touch. I stuck my tongue out and gently touched her clit, causing her to moan softly. I began to move my tongue around and ran it down between her pussy lips, collecting her wetness on my tongue. I took my tongue back into my mouth and slowly savored the flavors. This isn't bad at all, I said to myself... in fact, I kind of like it... and with that I let go of any other inhibitions and began to freely explore her pussy, sucking up as much of her wetness as I could, driving her mad with pleasure as I focused only on her clit, then sliding down and pushing my tongue and mouth as deep inside of her as I could, feeling her pussy spread open for me. I moved back to the clit, and realized that Denise was starting to come. Once again limiting my tongue just to her clit, I licked and pushed and sucked, causing her hips to rock and her mouth to loudly moan as her orgasm exploded out of her.

I stopped licking her as her orgasm abated, and leaned back, watching her face as it changed from one of erotic pleasure to pure relaxation. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, and said, "Mmm... Sabrina... that was wonderful... did you enjoy it as much as I did?"

"It took me a little while, but... yes... it was a lot of fun."

She dreamily said, "Mmm... you can say that again."

She got up off the couch and, with a broad smile, said, "Come on... let's go have some more fun. Those satin sheets are calling our names."

She peeled off her bra and I got undressed as well, and then we went in to Mom and Dad's bed and laid down facing each other. We began to slowly kiss and caress each other's bodies, entwining our legs together, pressing our bodies together as we drank in the softness of each other's skin, surrounded by the satin sheets under us and over us.

She laid me on my back and leaned over me, kissing me deeper and faster as her hand began to first play with my nipples, and then move to my pussy. I willingly spread my legs for her and eagerly gave myself to the pleasure. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, both of us aroused once more. The top sheet was cast to the side as she kissed her way down my chest, sucking deeply from both breasts, before kissing down my stomach and thighs. Lifting herself up on her hands and knees, she turned her body and lifted her leg over me, and looking back, moved down so that her pussy was right above my face, slowly dragging her breasts over my body, teasing me with her nipples, which only aroused both of us more.

Her pussy was dripping wet, and I examined it closely again, even more fascinated than before to be looking at another woman's pussy. I felt Denise's' tongue penetrate my pussy, and took that as my cue to begin my own exploration, experimenting with what gave her pleasure. It was a challenge to focus, because Denise was eagerly licking and sucking my clit, and I couldn't help but moan and squirm, even while trying to suck up every drop of her sweet saltiness. She was moaning quite often as well, and eventually stopped eating me so that she could focus only on the intense pleasure my fumbling tongue was giving her. Although it was only my second time eating a woman, I must have done something right because before I knew it she was convulsing with erotic pleasure, moaning loudly as I continued to focus on her clit. And then I felt a warm gush of liquid on my face as she reached the peak of her climax. I had read about female ejaculation, but hadn't expected this. The juices dripped down both sides of my face and down my neck, and I tasted their salty flavor and tried to capture every drop I could.

Denise was motionless now, her ragged breathing punctuated by soft moans every so often. She lifted herself off of me and turned around, and gently began to kiss me, tasting her wetness that had covered my face. Pulling the sheet back over us, she lay down next to me and closed her eyes, a look of exhausted pleasure on her face. I closed my eyes as well, and we both drifted in and out of sleep.

We both woke up when we heard a male voice say, "Is this a girls-only party, or can I join in?"

It was Doug, and he was standing at the door of the bedroom in his suit, a big grin on his face.

Denise laughed and then said, "Hi, Doug... how did you know we'd be here?"

"Well, I enjoyed yesterday so much, I was kind of hoping... I could have some more... so I left work early for a long lunch, and came by. Once I got to the house, all I had to do was follow the trail of clothes to the bedroom, and voila! I found two of the most beautiful women in the world."

I smiled and jokingly said, "And now that you're here, you want us both..." The truth, however, was that the sex yesterday with Doug had been very enjoyable, so much different than with Jeff, but also very erotic. In fact, the little bit of role-playing we did with the cheerleader outfit had, in retrospect, been very erotic for me.

"Well, I was mainly hoping to have some fun with you, Brina, but, since Denise is here, I guess I could have some fun with her, too."

Denise shot back, "Hey! You be nice to me, if you want to get between my sugary thighs!"

He laughed, and said, "Oh, and I do... but it looks like Brina's already been there."

"Oh yes... she's got a wonderful tongue. And actually... it's my turn to give her some pleasure, isn't it?"

The whole scenario was making my head spin, but most of me was eager to cross this next boundary. I said, "Yes, in fact... it is."

Denise smiled and pulled back the sheet, positioning herself between my legs on her hands and knees. She looked back over her shoulder, pointed her ass at Doug, and said, "Are you joining us?" Then turned around and began to kiss and lick my thighs, before gently focusing on my clit.I smiled as I watched Doug get out of his suit as quickly as he could. His cock was already semi-hard, and he got behind Denise and began to lick and suck her pussy. Denise was doing a wonderful job of sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body, and I was quickly getting wet and aroused. Doug stopped eating Denise and positioned himself behind her so that he could begin fucking her. She laughed softly as he pushed the head of his cock into her, then let out a long, low moan as he entered her fully and began to pump her. She went back to licking me, but made frequent moans and cries of pleasure as Doug filled her with his cock. It was extraordinarily erotic and I felt an orgasm begin to boil within me.

Denise sensed it too, and wanting to prevent me from coming too soon, said, "Let's switch." She had Doug lay down on the bed, and then she straddled his face, while she told me to suck her wetness off of Doug's cock. I moved up over him and took his hard, drenched cock in my hand. It felt hard and hot, and I opened my mouth and took his head in, tasting both Denise and his precum. I slowly began to suck and lick his cock, as Denise watched while being eaten by Doug.

After a few moments, Denise had us switch again, this time with me straddling Doug's mouth, Denise riding his cock. She had me face her, so that we could kiss from time to time while we both pleasured ourselves on Doug. The sex was incredibly erotic and I tried so hard to not come too quickly – I wanted this to last as long as possible.

Denise slid off of Doug and we swapped locations. It was so erotic to think that Denise's pussy juices would soon be deep inside my own pussy, courtesy of Doug's shaft. His cock slid into me and I let out a loud moan as I felt my pussy expand. It took several strokes before I could take all of him inside me. Denise sat on Doug's face for a few minutes, but then slid off so she could get a good up-close view of Doug's cock inside of me. I was highly aroused and leaned forward so Doug could play and suck on my breasts, and then leaned further in so that I could kiss him. I tasted Denise's pussy on his lips and in his mouth as we kissed deeply, passionately. Despite my best efforts, I could feel myself getting close to a powerful orgasm, and found myself riding him hard, thrusting my hips down onto him, grinding my clit against him. My moans of pleasure began to get louder and then I was shaking and moaning and crying out as the orgasm burst out of me and I collapsed on Doug's chest, panting for breath. I could tell Doug was close to coming but was holding on, for some reason.

After a few moments I slid off of Doug, and Denise had me move over to the edge of the bed on my back, and spread my legs open. Doug got between them and entered me, pumping me slowly. It didn't take long before he threw back his head and began gasping loudly, as he thrust his hips, coming inside of me deep. He stayed inside of me until his orgasm abated, and then slid out and sat back on the bed, next to me. As soon as he got out from between my legs, Denise was there, on her stomach, licking and sucking up the mix of juices between my thighs. What she really wanted, and didn't have a long wait for, was the white, creamy come that began to drip from my pussy. Never in a million years did I ever think I'd be watching this. But there was prim and proper Denise, wearing nothing but the pearl necklace, eagerly moving her tongue, scooping up my oldest brother's come as it spilled out of me. Although my orgasm had sexually exhausted me, I still began to feel aroused, watching Denise suck my pussy clean.

After she had finished eating me, she stood up, leaned over me, and gave me a deep, wet, passionate kiss, transferring some of the come from my pussy to my mouth, via her mouth. Then I laid back and watched her begin to suck Doug's limp cock, cleaning it of the juices that coated it thickly. Surprisingly, I saw him begin to grow hard again, and I smiled and shook my head. I couldn't believe I was doing all of this, much less on our parents bed.

Before too long, Doug was hard again, and I laid there on the bed and watched them. It was very apparent they knew each other's bodies well and had been lovers for many years. I finally accepted the fact that, even when Denise had married Jeff, she never really did stop with Doug. And once again I couldn't believe I hadn't suspected a thing.

Denise got on all fours and Doug got behind her and entered her. He began to slowly pump her from behind while she watched in the mirror over the dresser. A quick glance at the clock on the dresser showed that I didn't have much time to get cleaned up and get home, so I left those two to their pleasure and went and got into the shower. I came out of the bathroom and found them laying next to each other, Doug on his back, Denise on her stomach with her legs spread partially open. Denise was absentmindedly playing with his wet, limp cock as they quietly talked and joked, even as a stream of come slipped out of her onto the bed.

"I'm heading home... you two going to spend the rest of the day here?" I was joking when I said it, but I wouldn't have been too surprised if they both had said yes.

"No, we've got to get going too... I can only imagine what disaster Jeff has created, trying to take care of the kids."

We all laughed at that, and then Denise said, "Sabrina, can we talk about Saturday, for a minute?"

I said, "Sure, I suppose... did we have something planned?"

"Well, not yet, but we were hoping to... would you be able to spend some extra time here on Saturday? Jeff and I have asked the neighbors to watch our kids for the day, and so we were kind of hoping to have some extra time together."

Doug said, "And even though I have an early morning meeting at my office on Saturday morning, I'll be here as soon as that is over."

The thought of everyone together had always been in the very back of my mind, and I admit that at times I had given it brief thought in passing... but now it appeared it would come together in just a few days. I said, "So... all of us, together? Will there be enough room on the bed for us all?"

We laughed again, and then Denise said, "I think it will really be special. Do you think your babysitter will mind?"

"No, I'll ask her when I get home today."

"Ok, sounds good... I'll call you tomorrow to confirm."

I walked back into the house to find Melissa and Brayden playing in the living room. I set my bag down on the counter and walked over to pick up Brayden, who was happy to see me. Melissa stood up and gave me a big smile, and we talked a few minutes. She said that she'd be happy to watch Brayden a little longer on Saturday, but that she was going to meet up with friends and so needed to be home to catch her ride at 2pm. Just then, the phone rang, and it was Greg calling from Chicago to talk with me. While I was talking to Greg, Melissa took Brayden's juice glass and began to refill it on the counter, right next to my bag. I was trying to hold Brayden and talk to Greg, and so wasn't watching Melissa, but I caught her peeking into my bag as she put the lid back on Brayden's juice cup. She had a somewhat embarrassed smile on her face as she walked over and handed me the cup, then waved goodbye. A wave of panic went through me, and as soon as I hung up the phone with Greg, I walked over to my bag on the counter. I didn't think there was anything incriminating in it, and then remembered that Denise had given me my thong back just as I was leaving, and that I had thrown it into the bag. Sure enough, when I looked into the bag, there it was, in a crumpled, soaked heap next to my shampoo and conditioner. I moved closer to the bag and could smell Denise's pussy, her juices having completely soaked the crotch of the thong. It wasn't like I was trying to be obvious, but I was doing a very poor job of hiding my liaisons from Melissa. How much did she know? How much did she suspect?

The phone rang again, and this time it was Jeff. "So... sounds like you guys had all the fun without me?"

"Hi, Jeff... yes, it was very enjoyable... and yes, I missed you."

"Aw... that's sweet of you to say, Sis... I'm glad you guys had fun, but I can't wait until Saturday." There was pure glee in his voice as he said that.

"I bet you can't!"

"No, really... I wish I could get together with you earlier, but I have to be at work on Thursday and Friday, and so does Doug, so... you've got two days to rest up for the big event on Saturday!"

Denise had mentioned the same thing before I left – that there would be no one waiting for me at Mom and Dad's house on Thursday and Friday. I had to admit to myself that I truly was enjoying the sexual adventures, but also that a few days rest would do me good. What concerned me more was that I would have plenty of time to think, which meant plenty of time for that little voice in my head to accuse me of my infidelity and whore-like behavior. I was not looking forward to that aspect.

I also wasn't sure what to do about Melissa. Would she tell anyone what she had seen? I knew that she wouldn't tell her mother anything, but what about her friends? Would Greg find out, somehow, someway? At times I was almost frozen with fear over the thought that he would come storming through the door, with his hands full of pictures showing what I had been doing with my brothers and Denise. How could I possibly explain that? The knot in my stomach began to come back.

Nevertheless, Melissa showed up right on time Thursday morning, and showed no signs of knowing anything, so I slipped out and headed over to Mom and Dad's house and took care of things there. I took Buddy on a little longer walk, up the back trail to the orchard and landscaped patio (complete with fire-pit, benches, and a daybed) that Mom and Dad had carved out of the forest that surrounded their house. It was a beautiful day and gave me some time to think about all that had been going on in my life. I was trying to make peace with what I had done, and what I was intending on doing. It seemed to me that, while I enjoyed the sex tremendously, this infidelity had to stop before it became a habit, before it consumed me. I decided that I would enjoy myself, but that when Greg got back, the sex with Jeff, Doug, and Denise would come to an end. I drove back home feeling refreshed, my head clear of confusion and doubt.

I got home much earlier than normal, having been gone about an hour and a half, and realized that I had once again forgotten to shut the garage door when I left. I was planning on going shopping later that day, so I left the car out of the garage and parked on the driveway. I walked in through the door and set my purse down on the counter. The house was very quiet. Brayden must be down for a nap, I thought. But where was Melissa?

Before I knew it, I was slipping off my shoes and tiptoeing around the house, unsure of what I might find. I softly walked down the hall and peeked in Brayden's room – sure enough he was fast asleep. I then heard movement in my bedroom, and silently, slowly made my way down until I could peek into the room.

Melissa was completely naked, her clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed. She was going through my dresser and had already pulled out several items of lingerie. I watched in complete fascination as she went to try on one of my black thongs. Her small, yet amazingly perky breasts swayed as she bent over to put it on, sliding it up over her hips. She was thin and didn't have the hips that I did, so it wasn't a good fit, but that didn't stop her from admiring herself in a variety of poses in the mirrors on the closet doors. She stood up, faced herself in the mirror, and then closed her eyes and began to play with her nipples. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly as she teased and pulled on them. Then she slid one hand down her stomach and under the thong, and shifted her leg out, moving her hand between, and began to play with herself.

I stood there frozen, too scared to move, completely unsure what to do. What surprised me most was that, although my mind was racing with confusion, my body was reacting to what I was seeing, and I knew I was getting aroused. This is ridiculous, I thought to myself. She's 19. She's my neighbor's daughter. This just can't happen. No.

Melissa opened her eyes and walked over to the bed, picking up something off the dresser before settling herself on the bed. I looked and saw what it was she picked up – my lavender thong, the one that Denise had worn yesterday, the one she had seen in my bag yesterday, the one I had thrown into the dirty clothes basket. She had fished it out and was now laying back, legs spread apart, the lavender thong over her nose as she stroked her pussy through the black thong she was wearing. She stroked through the thong for a little while, and then set the lavender thong aside while she lifted her hips and pulled it off. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, totally focused on the pleasure she was giving herself.

As she lay back, she spread her legs and closed her eyes, slowly moving her hand down to her pussy. She did not have much hair between her legs, but what she did have was dark. I watched as her finger split open her lips, and even from the doorway I could see she was wet. She slid a finger, then two fingers inside of her, before pulling them out and stroking her clit. She opened her eyes momentarily to pick up the lavender thong again, and then put the thong back over her face as she closed her eyes and got down to the business of stroking herself.

It did not take her long, probably five minutes at most, to bring herself to climax. The entire time she was masturbating she was slow and methodical, never deviating from her pattern, despite the growing moans of pleasure and shaking arms and legs. There was a sharp cry as she came, and then she relaxed and let her hands drop to her sides. After resting a few moments she slid her fingers back inside and tasted herself several times. She laid there in bliss, slowly caressing herself and fingering the lavender thong.

Although I was thoroughly aroused and could feel that I had soaked through the crotch in my panties, I knew I couldn't face Melissa, and so quickly, quietly retraced my steps to the garage. I got back in my car, and hit the garage door button, making the door shut. Once it was about a quarter of the way shut, I stopped it and reversed it, so that it opened again. I knew it was loud enough to signal to Melissa that I was home. Taking my time, I walked back into the house, and found her coming out of the main bathroom, straightening her shirt. She gave me a nervous smile, and said, "Hello, Mrs. Woods, you're home early."

"Yes, I wanted to do some shopping with Brayden, and so I hurried through my chores and got home as soon as I could."

She smiled, and said, "Brayden was great, he's been asleep for just over an hour."

As if on cue, Brayden woke up, and Melissa went to go get him. I said, "Oh, let me get him, really, it's ok."

Melissa smiled and went into the living room, while I went in and picked up Brayden. I came back out and got her money out of my wallet, and handed it to her, saying, "Are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Oh, yeah, of course!"

"And you can stick around for a few extra hours on Saturday?"

"Yep, no problem."

With that she walked out. I was trembling with anticipation as I set Brayden down on my bed and quickly opened up my lingerie drawer, looking for the black thong Melissa had been wearing. I found it underneath my stack of bras, folded neatly. I sat down on the edge of the bed and unfolded it, examining the crotch. It was wet with her juices, and surprising myself with my eagerness, I quickly put it to my nose.

Her scent was intoxicating. Absolutely intoxicating. So different from my scent, and from Denise's scent. Melissa smelled fresh, and sweet, without the hint of muskiness that both Denise and I had. I quickly put my tongue out and tasted the crotch, and let out a soft moan as her flavors danced about my taste buds like butterflies on a summer day. I could see her in my mind, legs spread, stroking her pussy. Part of me regretted not confronting her, to see if it might have led to something more. But then I realized I had enough complications in my life, and didn't need additional worries on top of what I was already dealing with.

Brayden was awake, and so I thought I would head out to do some shopping. I needed to go by the grocery store and run a few more errands. But before I went, I decided to give myself a little erotic thrill, and stripped off my panties and put on the thong Melissa had worn. Somehow the thought of her juices next to mine was incredibly erotic and powerful, and I couldn't stop smiling to myself as I ran my errands. I apparently also couldn't stop dripping, and by the time I got home I had done a good job of making the thong even wetter.

Jeff called later that evening. "Hey... how's it going?"

"Good, how are you?"

"I'm totally chomping at the bit for Saturday, Sabrina... this is going to be so awesome."

I laughed, and said, "Spoken like a true pervert."

"Of course I am. And that's why I called. Can I ask a favor?"

"I suppose..."

"Would you mind getting an outfit to wear, for Saturday?"

"What kind of an outfit?"

"Lingerie, of course... I was thinking white satin, maybe a little lace, but not too much... you know, the thong, garter-belt, stocking, bustier combo..."

"Well, I'll see what I can find tomorrow, but I'm not promising anything."

"Thanks, Sabrina, you're the best!"

The next day, Friday, I decided to take somewhat of a daring step, or at least I thought it was daring; I decided to leave the black thong from yesterday on the very top of the dirty clothes basket, as sort of a signal to Melissa. I wasn't totally sure it was the best thing to do, but my head was still spinning a little from what I had seen and tasted, and decided at the last minute to leave it there when I headed out to Mom and Dad's house. I told Melissa I was going to do a little more shopping after my chores, so that she would have some time to find the thong and potentially enjoy it, although once I was in the car I regretted wearing the thong, much less leaving it out for her to find. What if I was wrong, about what I saw yesterday, I kept asking myself. I knew I was playing a dangerous game and that I needed to be careful – much more careful. Despite my recent performance as the family slut, deep down I knew I didn't want to lose Greg.

I did my chores quickly, taking Buddy for a very short walk, but he didn't seem to mind because it was already very hot and stuffy out. I headed to the mall that had both Victoria's Secret and Frederick's of Hollywood, hoping that I'd be able to find what Jeff was looking for at one of the stores. Sure enough, Fredericks had exactly what Jeff had asked for, and I had to admit it would look great on me. I particularly liked the fact that the satin fabric had floral patterns embroidered on it, and that it wasn't too difficult to cinch up. I will admit, also, that not once but twice I had waves of guilt hit me hard, when I thought too much about the fact that I was buying some fancy lingerie not for my husband, but for my brother, or rather, for my brothers and my sister-in-law. That put a damper on my mood and distracted my thoughts. By the time I got home I had forgotten about leaving the thong for Melissa to find.

When I got home, I found Melissa trying to feed Brayden, who had woken up cranky and wasn't being very cooperative. I told her I'd take over, and I could tell she was nervous and unsure about something. She said, "Mrs. Woods, I... um... I..."

I smiled at her, and tried to show genuine openness to her, to get her to finish her sentence, but she mumbled, "I... forgot what I was going to say. Sorry."

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