Best Sisters Ever

The story does not contain sexual involvement of people under 18.

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I met Paula at a baseball game. We sat side by side. She was with 2 girlfriends, sitting on her right, cheering the White Sox. I was on her left, sitting with Jerry and hoping the Cubs would win. During the game, my eyes alternated between watching the game and ogling her voluptuous body. Jerry tried to talk to me a couple of times, but I was distracted and hardly listened to him.

In the beginning of the 9th, it was 2-2. I heard Paula talking to her friends, "I bet you the White Sox win the game." Both friends laughed. She seemed disappointed nobody took her bet. I blurted, "I'll bet you."

Her eyes inspected me, and she asked, "How much?"

"No money. If the Cubs win, you join me for a movie of your choice."

She smiled, "And I win?"

"I'll join YOU to the movie of your choice."

Paula giggled, "Hi, my name is Paula. Is this your way of asking me out?"

I grinned, "My name is Harry. I sat by you for a long time and was impressed by your looks and your love of baseball. Yes, I would like to see you again."

"I like what I see, but I don't know you. So I am willing to give you a chance, but rather than a movie, we can meet one afternoon at a Starbucks."

"Sounds good. How about tomorrow at 5 pm in Starbucks downtown?"

"I'll meet you there."

For the next 22 minutes, until the game ended, each one of us sneaked glimpses at the other, smiling when our eyes met. The White Sox won 4-2, and before we separated, she gave me a million dollar winning smile.

...

The following afternoon, I shaved, took a long shower, combed my stubborn long hair, and put on a nice shirt and clean khakis. I was at the Starbucks store a couple of minutes early, making sure we had a table for 2 near the window. I watched Paula walk toward the door. She was about 5'4", 120-125 pounds, with a narrow waist and rather large rack, which was apparent through her thin summer blouse. Her long, light brown hair was loose and framed nicely her pretty face. She definitely looked good, and I hoped we'd click.

She saw me, smiled broadly, and joined the table. I went to bring her mocha-latte and my double espresso, and noticed her eyes following me around.

I brought the drinks and said, "So now, that I know you look attractive and like baseball, I'd like to know more about you."

"Not much to tell; I am 18, about to finish high school and continue to college. My father is a doctor, and my Mom is a CPA. I have a 14 year old annoying sister, who tries to get my attention at every opportunity and ruins my social life. What can you tell me about yourself?"

"I am a freshman at the local college, hoping to someday become an electrical engineer. In addition to baseball, I like photography and one day dream about traveling abroad."

Paula chortled, "In my bucket list I also wrote traveling. I didn't have many opportunities to do it, and hope to go on trips sometime later."

We continued chatting. Our talk was easy and soon I found myself relaxing and being myself, no longer trying to impress her. Paula must have felt the same way, and I watched her leaning back, smiling more and not hesitating before talking. We both felt the chemistry and agreed to begin dating.

Our first 'official' date night was to see the movie Poor Things, which was her choice. As we sat in the half empty theater, she leaned her head on my upper chest and I hugged her shoulder. I sniffed her hair and liked it. I whispered it in her ear. She placed her tiny hand in my palm that rested on her shoulder and squeezed it. During the movie, absentmindedly, my hand trailed her upper arm. Then I noticed her respiration rate increased and shortly after, her palm moved my hand onto her generous chest. Initially, I wasn't sure if her action was intentional, and my hand remained still. Paula's pulse rate accelerated, and her palm started moving my hand over her covered breast. Her boob felt firm and warm. I massaged it lightly and she moaned. Her palm moved to my nearest thigh and gently rubbed it. My pecker began stiffening.

I whispered, "Paula, your breast feels amazing." In the dark I saw her grinning.

In one scene, Emma Stone was seen naked. I muttered, "Feeling yours tells me your tits are much more beautiful." She gazed into my eyes for a moment, and then separated the top of her dress from her body and inserted my fingers onto her bare boob! Her round tit was smooth and the nipple rock hard. It was amazing! My prick agreed and within seconds engorged to its maximal size, threatening to rip the front of my pants.

I used my other hand to adjust my rod. Paula was aware of my predicament and mumbled, "Your hand feels wonderful on my breast. Sorry to cause trouble in your pants. If you are nice and let me watch the rest of the movie, I'll be nice to you too."

Throughout the movie, my fingers tweaked her breast and then rolled her nipple between 2 fingers. Paula squirmed a few times on her chair, but her eyes followed the plot on the screen. My own attention was split between feeling her marvelous mammary and... anticipating the reward that she promised me. The movie was the least important subject on MY agenda.

As the film ended, Paula glanced at me with a smile, "You were very naughty. During the movie, your large hand aroused me like never before. Couldn't you wait a little longer?"

"Sorry, Paula, but your warm breast was too sexy, and I could not resist."

"Shame on you! You are no longer a child, and you have to learn to be patient to get your reward. You are lucky I feel horny as well. Could you drive us to a secluded area so we can do things in private?"

I drove for 10 minutes outside of town to the peak of a hill, where the city lights were beautifully displayed. I stopped there and stared at Paula. She lowered her backseat and signaled to me to do the same. Then she unzipped the back of her dress and let it slide to her waist. Next, she unclasped her bra and let it fall on her knees. I gasped. Her tits were out of this world. I didn't know if the actual size was C or D cup, but over her skinny waist and flat tummy, the tits looked huge. They rested high on her chest with the pointy, protruding nipples only inches from my eyes.

I cupped tenderly her twin mounds and massaged them, tempted to milk her nipples. Before I was able to move my face forward, Paula's hands fumbled with my fly and began unzipping it. I leaned back and let her do her thing. She gingerly freed my 7" and licked the tip. I was mesmerized by the way her lips parted and enveloped my cock. As her fingers gently jiggled the testicles in my scrotum, her mouth started working my organ. Damn, she was good! My arousal was peaking too early, and I warned her. She continued uninterruptedly as her hand signaled thumbs up. Shortly after, I ejaculated down her throat. She expertly swallowed my spunk as it came and then licked the remaining stains.

When she finished, she grinned at my astonished face and blurted, "Harry, I hope you are not disappointed. I like giving head. The feeling of a dick growing inside my oral cavity and the ability to control the pace of your climax are intoxicating. And I love the taste of cum. After I found out sperm has healthy ingredients, it became my favorite energy drink. There is only one drawback to blowing a guy: The whole act is pleasurable and... tasty, but it makes me very horny. How much time do you need to recover and fuck me?"

"If I can suck on your glorious tits, probably 5 minutes"

Paula giggled, "That's the sentence I hoped to hear." She lay down, lifted her butt, and removed the lower part of her dress with her pink panties, exposing her hairless mound. She spread her thighs, and I moved in between. I was still dressed with only my half mast pecker breathing fresh air. My lips latched to her fat tit and I milked her hard nipple.

Paula's hand caressed my hair, and she groaned. My member grew fast and in less than a minute, became rigid. I licked Paula's moist labia for a short time and then gingerly penetrated her pussy. My girl's tunnel was tight, yet accommodated my thick organ nicely due to her abundant juices. Her fingers pinched my ass, pulling me deeper into her. I pounded her cunt and watched her boobs sway before my eyes.

She must have been very aroused because her orgasm began earlier than I thought. Her torso quivered under me as she whimpered. I intensified my drilling, and my palms roughed her massive tits. Paula started screaming, "You are killing me..."

I whispered in her ear, "Do you wish me to slow down, or stop?"

She shouted, "NO! HARDER!!!..."

I lifted her legs over my shoulders and increased my strokes, ramming my cock in and out furiously, abusing her pussy relentlessly. She alternated crying with screaming unintelligible parts of sentences, "Oh deear... it's heeeavenly... OH LOOORDY!..."

Cumming earlier in Paula's hungry mouth, I was able to maintain a rapid rhythm of plowing her vagina for a long time before erupting deep in her womb. I was spent, but feeling a total bliss. My thought was: If this is how our first date night ended, how pleasurable the future was going to be...

...

Our initial meetings were all outdoors. We hung out in parks, movie theaters, and malls. But then Paula mentioned to me that she told her mother about us, and her Mom invited me to have dinner with them. I was concerned her parents won't like me. I needed to learn fast how to behave in their presence. Paula giggled, "Both of them are nice and docile. Only my little daughter is a pest. She wants constant attention and will do whatever she can to make you concentrate on her." Well, I thought, if Paula was right, dealing with a 14 year old kid should not be that difficult.

I didn't take any chances, and arrived at their house with a bouquet of flowers for the Mom, a bottle of wine for the father, and a European chocolate for Kelly. Paula opened the door, wearing a short beige dress which looked good on her. I kissed her lightly and met the father, who was watching TV in the living room. I handed him the wine, and he smiled, "You didn't have to, but thank you. Paula told me you are a nice guy and warned me not to torture you, so I'll make it easy on you. I have one simple question: What profession are you going for when you finish college?"

"An engineer."

"That's a good one. It opens multiple doors. Well, I hope you like dinner, because my wife slaved for hours to comply Paula's request to satisfy her boyfriend's appetite."

"Sir, I am sorry to hear that. I am not that picky, and finding out Paula's Mom worked hard for me was never my intention. To tell you the truth, I was scared to meet you guys..."

The father laughed, "So we were both wrong."

As he was speaking, Kelly opened her room door and came in my direction. The dad mumbled, "Here comes the menace..."

Kelly looked shorter and with lighter hair than her older sister, and had a mischievous smile, "Hi, Harry. I heard you were handsome and a gentleman, but I didn't know you were so tall."

I joked, "I apologize. Do you want me to kneel down so we can be at the same level?"

She stared at me, "Are you mocking me? I am stronger than you think." And then, unexpectedly, she punched my tummy. It didn't hurt, but I faked having pains and whined, "My belly, now I won't be able to eat dinner. Will somebody take me to the hospital, please?"

The father rushed to me. I winked at him and mumbled, "Kelly just hit me. Is this the way to treat a guest?"

Kelly turned pale and stuttered, "Soorry. I diiidn't mean to huurt you..."

I grabbed Kelly in my arms, lifted her over my head and blurted, "Your apology came too late. Your punishment is on the way." I turned her upside down, twirled her around, lay her on the carpet, and hissed, "Are you giving up?"

Kelly giggled, "No, never."

I said, "Better be nicer to me next time, or else..."

Paula and her Mom came from the kitchen. The Mom was chubbier and had a pleasant smile, "I see it took you a few seconds before taking care of my younger one. Good for you. Nice to see you, Harry."

I handed her the flowers, "Ma'am, your husband told me you worked a long time to make a special dinner for me. You didn't have to do it."

"He exaggerates, as usual. So young man, you date my older daughter now. I wonder why you do that. As her mother, I can tell you that she is intolerable." Paula gazed at her mother lovingly. And right there and then it became obvious this was a very lovable family.

I grinned at the mother, "I agree with you, I don't like Paula, but I didn't find a nice way to get rid of her yet. After dinner, I may approach you to get a clue about the most appropriate way to do it."

The dinner itself was simple but delicious. It consisted of rotisserie chicken, baked potatoes, pickled beets, green beans, and a tasty fruit salad with macadamia nuts. At the end of the dinner, the father, then Paula, and lastly Kelly, kissed the mother's cheek and thanked her. Not to be outdone, I did the same.

The father noticed me and smiled, "Young man, you are here to date my daughter. The lady you just kissed is my wife, and I am a very jealous person!"

"Sir, I vow to consider your demand, and PERHAPS never do it again."

Paula gave her hand and pulled me into her room. I wanted to French kiss her but she prevented it, "I bet you Kelly will find a reason to barge in very soon."

She was right. Kelly opened the door without knocking and said, "Harry, you are tall. Can you help me lower a ball that got stuck above my closet?"

"Sure." I went to her room, gave her the ball, and immediately after, tickled her until she started crawling on the carpet. I said, "I like you, kid." Then I left for Paula's room and locked the door. I French kissed her and mumbled, "I wanted to do it DURING dinner. I am not sure how I resisted."

She chuckled, "Harry, you were very good to my family. I am so proud of you, and I think... I love you."

"Sorry, girl. I have a date with your mother. With a great cook like that, I have no need for you anymore. Find somebody else."

Paula laughed, "And I thought you liked sex with me... Daddy will be very upset if you try something similar with Mom."

"I guess I am stuck then."

"Yes, honey, you are mine, and get it through your thick skull: YOU ARE MINE!"

I hugged Paula, kissed her tenderly and felt her tits pressing against me. My penis shot up and poked her tummy. She massaged it and whispered, "Darling, I'd love to fuck you here and now, but with Kelly around it's a bad idea."

...

After that evening, I visited their house often. I felt very comfortable with both parents. Paula's Dad liked me. He loved telling me stories about his former life in Europe and showed me his large stamp collection. The mother was less talkative. She enjoyed seeing me devour her tasty foods, and kissing her cheek later. Kelly was something else: Whether I came over when Paula was home or not, she always found an excuse to pull me into chatting with her, fixing something that just broke, or helping with her studies. I liked all of them, feeling about them like a second family.

There was only one thing we could not do over there: Have sex. It wasn't that the parents said something, but knowing that Kelly might knock on the door at any minute or barge in unannounced made it impractical. At least once a week (sometimes three...), we came to my room and had a fucking session. Seeing Paula getting naked was enough to stir my cock, and my brain got focused on the mission. Paula's appetite was not much less. In the first 3 months, I'd say we had sex on average almost 7 times a week - As I mentioned before, not all were done at my house. For this purpose we used my car and, after dark, in hidden places at the nearest park.

Paula was insatiable. It didn't take long before we did it using all the familiar positions, from missionary to doggy, from 69 to cowgirl. The only limit she put was her back hole. According to Paula, her anus was too small for my thick 7", and she refused to discuss it. By then, I fell head over heels for her and her gorgeous tits became my focus. I suppressed my anal fantasy and almost forgot about it.

We got married a year after our initial date. Paula just finished her first year in college, and I the 2nd. However, one of my professors developed an aversion to me. I can't remember how it started, but over the first year, it escalated. I discussed it with Paula, and together we concluded that the best option would be to move to another college.

The theory sounded fine, but the new college had to accept both of us. We applied to 10 colleges around the country, and both of us were welcomed into 2 of them. We chose ASU, because of its good reputation.

The day we moved was emotional. Her parents understood but claimed they'd miss us. The mother shed some tears. Kelly, who was now 15, hugged Paula and whispered something in her ear. Paula smiled and kissed her sister's forehead. Then I hugged Kelly. She nestled her head into my chest and mumbled, "Harry, I love you, and you desert me. One day you'll regret it." I whispered, "Darling, I miss you already." She gave me a strange look, likely to ascertain I was not joking. I wasn't.

...

With our parents' help, we rented a small apartment near the campus in Tempe. We bought used furniture in rummage sales and tried to live modestly, saving money. Paula and I concentrated and did quite well in our studies. However, in order to save money and achieve our goals, one of our sacrifices was staying in Arizona the whole time. We kept in touch with our families via phone calls, e-mails, and rarely, by zoom.

Three years have passed. Paula was in her senior year, while I became a junior engineer at a local firm in the Phoenix area.

One day, I returned home late and saw Paula with a big grin on her face.

"Did you finally win the lottery?"

"Even better. In 6 months, we'll have a new mouth to feed."

I kissed her, "Are you saying soon I'll be a father?"

"Not exactly. Tom Cruise stopped by. I gave in to his charms and we had sex. I promised him that the baby would be raised according to Scientology. He agreed to let you claim to be the father."

I sighed, "At least you two are good looking, so the baby will be handsome or pretty..."

Paula pressed her body to mine, "Daddy, the revelation made my very horny. As a present for my efforts, I think I deserve a pleasant roll in the hay."

"What's right is right. Any particular position?"

"I want to ride you on the living room rug. I suspect future sex will have to take into account my pregnancy, and be done in bed."

"Honey, you're the boss."

Paula removed her robe and remained nude. I ogled her perfect body and whistled.

She grinned, "If I am not mistaken, you've seen me naked a couple of times before. What was this about?"

"Soon your body will change. I want to remember it the way it was meant to be."

"Horsy, on the floor!"

I undressed, revealing my partially stiff member, and lay supine on the carpet. Paula spread my legs apart, dove on my pecker and gave it a couple of quick sucks, ensuring it became hard. Next, she straddled my body, and slowly descended on my vertical pole. My wife's pussy was soaked and my organ slid effortlessly, reaching her cervix in seconds. She eyed me, winked, and blurted, "OK, lover, it's time to see what you've got."

Paula began riding up and down, and then back and forth, grinding her cunt on my erection. While she was doing much of the work, my eyes explored her bouncing tits. My palms started kneading them and lightly pinching her pointy nipples. She moaned, and her body extended backward. I bent my legs by lifting my knees and gently pushed her onto my raised thighs. Paula's eyes were closed, and her breathing rapid, telling me she was very aroused. Her slow riding turned to galloping, and I helped by counter pounding her from below. She climaxed within several seconds, shaking violently and groaning. I continued ramming my engorged prick into her pussy, enjoying the blissful feel of her marvelous tits. I was able to prolong my action for a few more minutes before unloading my seed deep inside her.

After a short rest, we showered together. I soaped her back and then her front. As I ensured her boobs were VERY clean, her tiny palms massaged my sensitive dick, causing it to rise again. I fucked my wife right there in the tub: I turned her back to me, leaned her against the wall, and shoved my organ into her snatch from behind. It was a great day!

In the next several months, our sex life diminished slightly, but not too much. One time, during a missionary position, Paula grimaced. I pulled out and noticed blood on my member. We stopped and rushed to the hospital. The gynecologist examined Paula and performed an ultrasound of her uterus. She summoned us and said, "The pregnancy is OK. Unfortunately, you have Placenta Previa, which means that the placenta is very low in the uterus. In some cases, it may cause bleeding, especially during sex. But in rare cases, complications may result in rupture or even death of the fetus." We were stunned, and frankly, devastated. So 4 more months of mostly bed rest and likely no sex...

In the 2 weeks that remained for the school year, Paula went to class, but twice she suffered minor bleeding and her doctor recommended bed rest. She warned us that in case of heavier bleeding, Paula would be admitted to the hospital.

I talked to my bosses at the firm, and got temporarily easier assignments with ample free time, at a reduced salary of course. On the first day of Paula's summer vacation, we got a call from Kelly. The last time we talked was almost a year earlier. I answered, "Hi girl. How are you doing?"

She chuckled, "In case you are not aware, I had my 18th birthday a month ago. You didn't send a present, and didn't bother congratulating me."

"Sorry, Kelly. My fault, but Paula's pregnancy became complicated, and my priorities changed."

I explained to Kelly everything that transpired. She listened intently and said, "My summer vacation started too. I'd like to visit you guys, and stay there for up to a month, helping out."

"Kelly, it's YOUR vacation. Isn't it better if you stay in Chicago and have fun with your friends?"

"I miss Paula and you. And I'd like to help. My friend also had Placenta Previa and had frequent episodes of bleeding. Paula might need help showering and in the kitchen. Please..."

"OK, girl. We'll be happy to have you around."

"Let me take care of some errands around here, and I'll come in 5 days or so."

During these 5 days, Paula's demeanor has changed dramatically: She became more tense and crabby. From experience, I knew that make-out sex always improved her mood, and I attempted to entice her in that direction. However, she was adamant that vaginal sex was out of the question. I hinted about the possibility of anal sex, but she blurted, "During pregnancy, hemorrhoids are the norm, and I may bleed from my ass too." I tried to eat her, but she refused, saying she was not in the mood.

Not being able to soothe her bad mood and being devoid of sexual gratification myself were major down for me. I tried to hide it and pretended everything was OK, but I knew that Paula would eventually sense it.

...

Five days later, Kelly arrived at Sky Harbor airport. I waited for her and was surprised to finally see her. She was now 5'4", about 125 pounds, with a cute face, shoulder length dark brown hair, hazel eyes, smallish chest and waist, with a wider, nicely round ass cheeks. What didn't change much was her mischievous smile.

I kissed her cheek and said, "Kelly, when I left, you were a young brat. Now I see before me a stunning lady."

She blushed, "And you haven't changed a bit: You are still a stud and a gentleman."

I grabbed her luggage, and asked, "Do you want us to stop somewhere and eat something or go directly home?"

"Is Paula OK?"

"She is fine, otherwise, I'd stay with her and tell you to take an Uber."

"I am famished. Can we stop at a hot dog place, eat rapidly, and then drive home?"

"Absolutely."

As she munched on her hot dog, I inquired, "Kelly, I wasn't kidding. You look beautiful. You must have a boyfriend. I think you should have been with him rather than wasting your precious time in Arizona's heat."

"Harry, first, I do not have a boyfriend. Second, you helped me a lot when I was growing up, and I want to repay my debt. Paula is my sister, and I'll feel bad if she has a problem while I 'have fun'."

"Let me warn you, but keep it between us, Paula is not in a good mood lately, likely because of her difficult pregnancy. Please be patient with her..."

Kelly looked at me, and I saw tears in her eyes, "As a child, I was a nuisance. I realize it now. I plan to be the best sister ever." I kissed her forehead, and we drove home.

...

As we entered the door, Paula rose from her chair and came toward Kelly, She was smiling, "Hey, sis, you turned so much prettier than I thought... Young lady, I am impressed."

Kelly kissed her, gazed at her pregnant belly and mumbled, "How much time do I have to wait before I see my nephew?"

Paula laughed, "We didn't wish to know if it's a son or daughter, but if everything goes well, it will be ready to get out in 3 months."

I put Kelly's stuff in the guest room we prepared for her. I made tea and added cookies for the ladies and said, "I'll go shopping. Kelly, do you want anything from the supermarket? We have cheeses, vegetables, fruit, 2 types of meats, potatoes, snacks, and ice cream. I am going to buy cereal and milk and stop at The Home Depot to buy a weed killer and a special screwdriver. Check if there is something else you wish me to bring."

I returned 2 hours later with the stuff and complained that both stores were very crowded. Both girls ogled me and, for some reason, they looked happy and smiley. I asked, "What is it?"

Paula said, "Nothing. We are just glad to meet each other as adults, and realize YOU are the third wheel."

I smiled, "So you two decided to gang up on me. That is not nice. I'll have to beat you one after the other."

Kelly laughed, "Teddy Bear..."

I pointed my finger at her, "No respect for an oldie, and I just drove you all the way from the airport."

Paula grinned, "Oh, shut up. Let's sit down and watch a movie." She scrolled on Netflix and found a romantic comedy, No Hard Feelings. They sat on both sides. I put my arms around their shoulders, and they leaned on me. The comedy was raunchy and funny. We liked it.

Kelly yawned and said she was tired. An hour later, we all retired to our bedrooms.

...

The first week Kelly stayed with us, the sisters seemed to rejoice together. The tension and animosity they used to feel have all but disappeared. They laughed, hugged, and joked like never before. I liked it, knowing it made it easier for Paula to sustain the pregnancy.

One thing didn't change though; all my attempts at ANY kind of sexual gratification were denied. No vaginal, anal, or oral. Not even a hand job. In that regard, my frustration was mounting.

On the eighth day, Paula's mood changed for the worse. Kelly shadowed her sister and helped a lot. I tried to understand what happened, but got no answer. The following day was the same. On the 10th day, I saw Paula crying with Kelly hugging her and whispering something in her ear.

I was flustered and asked, "Girls, what is going on?"

Kelly muttered, "It's the 3rd day that Paula bleeds nonstop. Before, she refused to go to the hospital, but now she agrees."

With Kelly and Paula in the back seat, I rushed to the hospital, breaking world records. Luckily, there was no policeman on the road, and I managed to reach the hospital without an accident.

Paula's doctor examined her and said, "Sorry, but she'll have to stay here for now. Her bleeding is worrisome. The baby is too immature to be removed via C-section, and I hope we can buy at least a month with complete rest and IV medications."

I turned to Kelly, "We can alternate staying here with Paula. Let's divide the day."

Paula blurted, "Absolutely not! My wish is for the two of you to stay home, and visit me TOGETHER for one hour every day. When you guys are not here, I'd like to read, watch TV, and use my computer. And that is final."

I glanced at Kelly. She had a tiny smile. She kissed her sister and whispered something in her ear. Paula grinned and murmured, "Thank you, sis."

We left soon after.

At home, Kelly seemed joyful. I stared at her, not getting it. She blurted, "Paula wanted us to enjoy our summer vacation. She promised to call if there was any change in her condition. It's very hot around here. I am going to take a shower."

"I'll be in my room, in case you need me."

I lay in my bed and answered a few e-mails I had neglected to look at in the last couple of days. Then I heard Kelly call me, "Harry, I forgot my towel on my bed. Will you please bring it to me?"

"On my way." I grabbed the towel and went toward the bathroom. The door was ajar, and I saw Kelly standing behind the semitransparent glass door. It was foggy, and hot water poured over her hair as she stood naked, ignoring my presence...

I stopped in my tracks and my cock jumped up. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her B- cup tits were perky and had puffy dark nipples. Her bush was trimmed into a shape of a landing strip. Her wide hips were somewhat larger for her frame. As I was ogling her figure, Kelly turned her back to me. Her butt cheeks were... pure art form. I knew that during the night they'd appear in my wet dream...

I woke up from my day-dream, moved away from the door and shouted, "I put your towel on the door handle." She called back, "Thank you. I'll be out soon."

Kelly came out 10 minutes later with her hair wet and the towel wrapped around her body. She was cheerful, "I love your shower. I'll probably use it at least once a day. What are your plans now?"

"I have nothing in particular. Is there anything you want us to do together?"

"Can we watch a film together?"

"Of course. I'll go pee and be back in a jiffy. In the meantime, select a movie."

She picked The Holiday. I knew nothing about it. I was wearing only my shorts while Kelly continued having on the large, soft towel. As the movie started, Kelly moved closer to me, and her head rested on my chest. I hugged her shoulder and stared at the screen. It was a classic chick flick, and my interest faded rapidly. Then Kelly folded her hands. This simple maneuver separated the towel from her chest, and her entire tits were exposed to my eyes. While HER eyes were focused on the screen, MY eyes were hypnotized by her small yet tempting breasts. My organ stirred, and started ascending. Kelly's eyes were directed at the screen as she placed her closest palm on my thigh. My prick hardened fast and created a noticeable tent in my shorts. With her head on my chest, I could not move my body. I attempted to adjust my rod with my other hand and then I felt her palm moving on my hand, following mine on top of my penis.

I checked. Her eyes were still mesmerized by the scene on the TV screen, but her hand knew exactly what I was doing. As I slowly removed my hand from my rearranged pecker, her hand stayed on my erection and lightly caressed it!

I whispered, "Kelly, what are you doing?"

She muttered, "I know the movie bores you, and since you stay here with me, I want you to feel good too."

"Kelly, you are playing with fire..."

As her eyes were still away from me, she murmured, "I didn't notice you suffered when you checked me through the open bathroom door. I feel that you like the view of my tits from above, so what's wrong if I touch your shorts?"

I almost choked; she knew all along what I was doing... "Girl, I am married to your sister."

She eyed me with a twinkle in her eye, "I know. I also know you two underwent a period of drought lately."

"What does it have to do with you?"

"Paula was so worried about the risk to the baby, that she lost her libido. However, she felt sorry for you, so when I confessed to her that all my life I only loved one person, YOU, she talked to me about your 'issues' and gave me permission, let me rephrase it, she ENCOURAGED me to make you happy."

"You are kidding. I do not believe you."

"I can prove it to you. She said the one thing she always refused to do with you was anal. I can tell you that since I am still a virgin, if there is one thing that I'd like to keep intact, at least for now, it is my hymen. However, I'll be happy to use my mouth and/or my rectum."

"Kelly dear, I appreciate the offer, but it will still feel like cheating on my wife."

"Suit yourself, but remember that I didn't ask my sister to give me permission to bed you. It was HER idea, and I think she saw it as a special present for both of us. The impression I got was that if we went on with it, it would make her happy rather than jealous."

I leaned back, closed my eyes, and mumbled, "Honey, you are so young. Where did you learn to be such a persuasive person?"

Her fingers resumed trailing my frontal bulge, and she whispered, "Harry, relax and let me care for you."

I felt lightheaded. My brain shouted it was not right, but my body caved in to her logic. Not having sex for too long and seeing her sexy body floating before my eyes were powerful triggers that weakened my reluctance.

Next, her fingers moved to my waistband and gingerly lowered it, careful not to hurt my tumescent rod. When my organ became free, Kelly's lips kissed the tip, causing it to jolt. She held the base with 2 fingers, opened her lips and encompassed my dick. Her mouth began slowly bobbing on it. She wasn't as expert as her sister, but I was extremely aroused. I warned her that my orgasm was pending. She just smiled and continued milking me. I came within seconds, watching her oral cavity attempting to swallow as much as possible. Some of my sperm leaked from the corners of her mouth, but most of my slimy goo was successfully absorbed.

When she was done, Kelly gazed at me, hoping she did good. I caressed her hair and said, "Kelly, you are very sexy, and what you just did was indescribable. Thank you very much."

She grinned, "I also enjoyed it. It made me horny too..."

"Honey, you were good to me. It's time to return the favor."

She mumbled, "Please don't. You don't have to do it, and I've never let a guy touch me down there before."

"Kelly, I will not go into your vagina, but you deserve to feel good after everything you did for me." She stayed mum.

I took her in my arms, slowly removed her towel, exposing her beautiful body, lay her on the bed, and touched her breasts. She shivered. I bent down and tenderly milked them one after the other. Kelly groaned, and her hand pulled my face into her chest. Then I started gradually moving south. I licked her concave navel and continued to her cunt. It felt musky-fresh. Her folds were wet. As my tongue hit her labia, Kelly trembled again, and she moaned loudly. I licked her circularly, avoiding her swollen clitty. My forefinger accumulated her juices and moved to spread them on her perineum.

Suddenly, her body jerked, and she cried, "Harry, it feels so good. Oh Jesus..."

Next, I gently tapped on her anal sphincter. She reacted by becoming louder. I gingerly invaded her back hole with my finger and fingered it slowly. Her cries intensified further. Lastly, I tweaked her clitoris, and Kelly's torso shuddered violently. She was in the throes of a giant climax. I continued manipulating her anus and clitoris and my other hand pinched lightly her right nipple. I continued my ministrations for 15 minutes before slowing down. She remained motionless for a long time before waking up, staring at me with an amused expression, "Even before you touched me, I knew you'd be the ideal sex partner. I've never felt like that before. And thank you for sparing my virginity."

I hugged her and whispered, "Honey, now we are even."

I saw her pleading eyes focus on me. "What is it, girl?"

"May I sleep with you tonight? I promise not to bother you."

I giggled, "If you wish to be in my bed without touching me, it means you want to hear my snoring."

She grinned, "I just want to feel your warmth."

"It's dangerous. I may dream about your fantastic body and become hard again."

Kelly chuckled, "In that case, I'll have to solve your problem, right?"

I sighed, "Kelly dear, what am I going to do with you?"

She sat on my tummy and blurted, "Harry, it's time to admit defeat. I am on top, so I decide. I stay here tonight and that's it."

I whined, "I'll complain to your sister that you harass and abuse me."

"Do that, and you'll see her smiling happily."

She did sleep the night in my bed. I woke once to pee and saw her angelic face smiling. I slept like a log the rest of the night. I woke up smelling coffee. I walked naked to the kitchen and watched Kelly wearing a robe, making coffee, putting bread slices in the toaster, and taking a couple of eggs from the fridge.

She didn't look at me and asked, "How do you like your eggs?"

I hugged her tummy from behind and said, "Like you: Over easy, soft and tasty."

Kelly chuckled, "You were a gentleman last night. I slept without interruption."

"There is a limit to my gentlemanly behavior. If you continue teasing me, you'll find out I can turn into a wild animal."

"Eat your breakfast first. And when you are done, remind me to tell you I do not believe you..."

"I am amazed; how can the little brat I played with 4 years ago turn so fast into a sexy vamp?"

"Honey, my experience is limited, but as I said, I loved you for years, and I had fantasies about you. Now, with my sister's encouragement, I understood it's my best option to live up to my dreams."

"Soon we'll go visit Paula. I do not know how I'll be able to face her..."

Kelly kissed my hand, "Don't worry. I'll tell her I seduced you. You refused and I raped you."

I laughed, "Good story, but I am serious. I'll probably blush and won't be able to talk."

"That's even better. All men are dumb and socially inept. If you stay quiet, it'll give Paula and me more time to gossip and exchange ideas about clothes and Instagram."

...

Kelly and I arrived at Paula's room. I let Kelly enter first. She considered it a gentlemanly act, but the truth was I felt very guilty and had to see how my wife would react to the sister who betrayed her.

Kelly didn't hesitate: She hugged and kissed her older sister and whispered something in her ear. Paula grinned, and her lips mumbled, "Thanks."

I came forward and hugged Paula, but my face was flushed. She said, "Honey, it's OK. My bleeding stopped, and you two are happy. It makes me happy as well. I know lately your life was not easy, so I agreed to something that was out of the ordinary, but don't worry, once I am back home you owe me. You better take me to a good French restaurant and a concert, or else..."

I smiled, relieved that Paula took the affair lightly, kissed her lips, and whispered, "Honey, I love YOU more than ever."

I sat in the hospital room, listening to my girls chatting cheerfully about what needed to be bought for the upcoming baby, how attractive was the head of gynecology, and what clothes Paula wanted us to bring her the next day. Before leaving, Paula told me to take Kelly to a department store and pay for a new dress for her sister. I promised with a happy grin.

As we drove back, Kelly put her arm on mine and said, "You see, it wasn't that awful, was it?"

I blurted, "I still don't get it. You two were never that close, and out of the blue, my wife tells you to satisfy her husband in bed..."

Kelly caressed my hand and said, "You guys have a one dimentional brain. We are more convoluted. At times, it seems like we hate each other and ready to kill, but the truth is that we express our emotions differently. More importantly, we understand each other, and when push comes to shove, we'll be there for each other. Yes, on the surface, it looks like a major sacrifice, but once you combine ALL the facts, it becomes more logical. You were physically frustrated for much too long. Paula knew it. She loves you, but felt she was unable to help. I was there at the right time. I was in love with you and was attracted sexually to you. All 3 of us had something to gain from our affair, can't you see that?"

"I understand what you are trying to convey, but you present it in a logical way while the emotional part is the biggest hurdle."

"Harry, you think too much. You are much better at DOING than thinking. Will you take me to bed, PLEASE?..."

I giggled, "Are you REALLY in the mood for sex, or you are trying to stop my blabbering?"

Kelly chuckled, "Both."

"What is on the menu?"

"Last night you were a good boy, so I wish to give you the ultimate prize. Can you guess what it is?"

"I am afraid to say it..."

"How can such a big and strong man be such a chicken? Yes, you are right. I am aroused and want to experience anal with you. Now neither of us had experimented that way before, so do it slowly or I'll complain to Paula that her husband was a jerk."

To better get into the mood, I poured for both of us a large glass of Chardonnay. Kelly giggled, "Is it to calm my nerves or you plan to get me drunk and take advantage of my ass?"

I smiled, "Does it matter?"

"Shame on you! I am not 21 yet..."

"In my opinion, if you are at the age you can drive, ready to fuck, and allowed to get married, there is no reason that alcohol be banned."

She came toward me, hugged my chest, gazed into my eyes, and begged, "Harry, kiss me."

I kissed her soft lips tenderly. Kelly had tears in her eyes. She knew my true love was reserved for her older sister. I was fond of her, but not in love with her. She accepted it graciously.

...

Kelly started walking toward the bedroom as she shed her clothes one by one. I was behind her, watching her sashaying her way to bed. Her desired round ass cheeks were front and center, capturing my eyes like a magnet. I cupped them and let my extended flag fill the crack between them. Kelly stopped walking, squeezed my member and murmured, "Last night I had a dream you forced me to take you in my anus. I was scared, but was unable to free myself. I knew you'd tear my ass and I'd need a surgery to fix it. I prayed you'd cum fast, so I'd have time to rush to the hospital before losing too much blood, but to my surprise, you were patient and the sex was amazing. Will you be my knight and shining armor and make the dream a reality?"

"Honey, I'll try my best. I like you too much to want to hurt you."

On the bed, I kissed her dry lips, sucked gently on her protruding nipples, and when she started groaning, I switched to a 69. I licked and bit mildly on her pussy lips, tasting again her delicious nectar. At the same time, Kelly's mouth was bobbing on my rigid member.

I continued munching on her cunt until I felt her breathing and pulse rate accelerated, signaling she was very aroused, and then shifted my body up. I placed her on all four and knelt behind her, grinding my cock against her drenched pussy. I smeared oily stuff on her crack, and gingerly invaded her sphincter with my index finger. The butt muscle instinctively contracted over it. I massaged the hole gently, relaxing the muscle and followed with circular movements to widen the hole. As my finger penetrated the anus, Kelly's breathing stopped for a moment, but now it returned to normal. A short time later, I inserted a second finger and continued tender rubbing of the sensitive hole. Within seconds, she began moaning again and pushed her butt into me, encouraging my ministrations.

It was time to give it a go. I removed my fingers and pressed the spongy head into her back hole at a snail's pace. Kelly's breathing became labored, and I wasn't sure what it meant, so I stopped moving, waiting for a signal to go on. She jiggled her ass somewhat, then slowly pushed her butt back and my cock got inside with a plop. It felt very tight. I waited and waited, ensuring she could tolerate my pole inside. Gradually, her sphincter dilated around my member and Kelly started groaning again.

I began bobbing her anus, adding more lube, and using an extremely gentle pace. The friction was a delightful feeling I've never experienced before. And then I heard Kelly mumble, "It feels so good! Do it faster." I accelerated and felt I wouldn't be able to continue without cumming soon. I whispered, "Honey, I am too aroused to continue like that for too long. Your anus feels like heaven."

I don't know if she planned to answer or not, but her body fell on the mattress and shook wildly. I climaxed immediately after her. I shoved my cock rapidly and powerfully over and over, hearing her crying and attempting to counter my pounding. Boy, that was wonderful!!!

I left my shrinking organ in her ass for several seconds, enjoying for a while the feeling of her sphincter spasming on it. Kelly remained face down for like 20 minutes and then ran to the bathroom. I waited for her.

She returned half an hour later after a short shower and smiled, "How did you like it?"

"I loved it. Are YOU OK?"

"In the beginning, I was scared shit, but once you were inside, the act felt like riding a unicorn; pleasant and arousing. My orgasm was very strong. Now that I know how it feels, I am happy, and to tell you the truth, I am becoming horny again..."

I smiled, "Is this an invitation for another anal?"

"Only if you wish..."

"Kelly, how can I repay you?"

"First of all, talk less and fuck my ass again. Then, we'll talk about the future. You and I can continue both oral and anal, but I still wish to keep my pussy for my husband. Did you know that even after Paula has your baby, her cunt won't be available for your dick for quite some time?"

"I didn't know that."

"According to doctor Google, whether the baby comes through vaginal delivery or C section, the recommendation is to avoid sex for 45 days. We'll need to discuss the implications with Paula."

"It will be tough..."

"I agree, that is why I think the 3 of us have to reach an understanding of the expectations."

...

Kelly and I developed a routine: We slept together. On weekdays, I went to work, but during weekends, in the morning, she loved to give me head. After breakfast, we strolled outside for about an hour. Then we visited Paula, hearing the news about her health, and returning home for lunch. Afternoon and evening, we watched TV or got out to see a movie or a show. Later, we had anal sex and showered together before going to sleep.

Paula remained in the hospital for another month. During that time, she still had episodes of bleeding, but with the proper IV medications, they were manageable and short lived. After that month, she underwent a C-section, and our munchkin, Sam, was born. Sam was premature and remained in the hospital with IV feeding and being respirator bound for a few weeks before he could be discharged home.

Paula recovered nicely from her C section and returned home 3 days later. On her second day at home, the 3 of us sat to discuss the relationship. Kelly and I waited for Paula to start. She smiled and said, "Guys, I want both of you to understand that everything you did until now was with my agreement and not forced on me, so no guilt trip. My gynecologist recommended that I rest for at least 40 days to let my uterus return to its normal size and the scar to heal. I still feel tired, and my libido is not with me yet. So enjoy the action for now. My doctor confided in me and told me that in her case, her desire to resume sex took about 4 months. Having you two horny people go at it all the time may wake my arousal earlier, but we'll see. I suspect that my beginning will be giving Harry oral. In the meantime, my only wish is to sleep the night with my husband." She stopped and looked at me.

I said, "Paula, you are the boss. Of course I'd love to sleep with you, although being so close to me, watching your beautiful tits getting even larger and sexier, I may be tempted to play with them and milk..."

Paula chortled, "I imagined that. If you are a good boy, I'll let you suck them, so I produce more milk for Sam when he is ready to come home. Kelly, what do you think?"

"Our vacation ends in 2 weeks. Until then, if you guys let me stay here, it will make me very happy. Harry, I'll be available for whatever you wish." We saw her blushing.

Paula asked, "What is it?"

"You'll think I am a pervert..."

Paula giggled, "I won't THINK so. I KNOW so. What is it?"

Kelly hesitated, "Like Harry, I'd love to taste your milk..."

"You mean after I pump it, drinking from the bottle?"

"... that will be my second choice..."

I laughed, "Kelly, I love your idea. Until you fly back to Chicago, Paula will nurse her 2 adult babies. And later, her tits will be mine exclusively until Sam is ready to suckle. Paula, please..."

Paula looked at us and blurted, "Sounds good to me, though I suspect that daily playing with my breasts will make me feel the urge to have sex much earlier..."