3. Twin Sister's Wife Wants a Baby

Thanks for the comments and feedback so far. This chapter is going to shift between our four protagonists' perspectives as they each experience Will and Jules' first sexual encounter. Let me know if you want more perspective shifting or keep it to mostly just Will.

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Eva

I should have been asleep - more meetings tomorrow to untangle the mess that Jamison and his team had created, late flight home - but my body had other ideas.

I'd excused myself from dinner with the team early, skipping the hotel bar "after action review" that our teams always had on these client trips. Drunken bitch sessions really, and usually great fun, but not tonight.

I'd taken a long, hot shower. The kind that you only do in a hotel where the hot water is endless and no one else is waiting for you. The kind that usually leaves your muscles loose and relaxed and ready for sleep. It wasn't working tonight.

I lay back on the hotel bed, half propped up by the extra pillows and picked up my phone. No new messages. No missed calls. No updates after that final text from Jules: "On my way, wish me luck!"

My stomach fluttered. I wasn't jealous, not exactly. But I was restless... curious... needy.

I imagined Jules arriving at our apartment, walking into our space like she owned it. I knew that look from her - slow, confident, dangerous.

What would she be wearing? Would she go for the casual and non-threatening look like she just came over for dinner? Or would she show up at their door having used every sexy weapon at her disposal to look like a seductress on a mission? Would she even go over the top and show up in lingerie under a trench coat?

No, the last one would be a Sam tactic, not Jules. Not that I didn't enjoy the mental image - of either of them pulling that stunt now that I considered - but Jules would play it more subtle. A skirt a little shorter or tighter than normal. An extra button undone on the top. A peek of whatever lingerie was waiting to be unwrapped. Makeup just a bit extra.

She'd tease. Make him work for it. Undress slowly. Let him drink her in before she ever let him touch her. And Will, sweet, anxious Will, trying to stay composed while his sister's wife crawled into his lap.

I closed my eyes and let the images sharpen.

Jules straddling him on the couch.

Will's strong hands gripping her hips.

Her moan when he pushed inside her for the first time.

My breath hitched - a moan of my own slipping out.

What did they sound like? Was he soft with her at first, or already lost to the tension that we had all been dancing around? Did she guide him? Did she tell him how she liked it? Or did he figure it out, one sigh and moan at a time?

Before I had even realized it I felt my right hand touch the waistband of my panties. My thighs had parted of their own accord, the cool air teasing the heat between my legs. I was already wet. Already aching.

I imagined Jules pulling him deeper, whispering his name, and my own hips bucked involuntarily. The hotel room melted away, my senses only filled with Jules gasping, Will groaning, the slick rhythm of their bodies finally giving in.

I circled my clit slowly at first, accelerating as my fantasies took over. My other hand pushed my tank top up to my neck, landing on my nipple - teasing it until it bit my lip to keep from crying out. My legs trembled as I imagined Jules spread open, flushed and gasping while Will moved over her, into her.

Fuck.

I dipped a finger into my drenched pussy, so worked up that just the tip of my finger entering caused a flutter of my lower lips. Adding a second finger caused them to almost milk my digits as I ground the heel of my hand into my clit while delving into my core.

I picked up my phone with my other hand, thumb hovering over Will's contact.

Should I call?

Should I facetime and see?

Would they answer?

My fingers didn't stop.

Neither did the images.

And as the first wave of pleasure ignited my nervous system, I imagined Jules tossing her head back, Will buried between her thighs, and me....

I wasn't watching. I was wanting.

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Sam

The silence was maddening.

It used to feel peaceful, when Jules and I had the place to ourselves. Now it just felt... empty.

I sat on the couch. Then stood, walked to the kitchen and poured myself a drink. Promptly forgot about it when I picked up my phone again.

My phone with no notifications.

Jules had left over an hour ago. Stood right in our front door, holding my body against hers with a searing kiss that calmed whatever nerves I had at that moment. Then left.

To go fuck my brother.

I should have been freaking out. Or maybe I was and it just hadn't hit yet. Instead, I felt like I was vibrating under my skin. The need to know - to see - was driving me crazy.

I tried to picture it, tried to keep it clinical: Jules and Will on the bed, awkward maybe, tender. But my dirty mind wasn't having it.

Oh no. My filth-filled brain was directing the hottest porno to ever grace the backroom of your local video store.

I knew Jules, the way she moved when she wanted someone. I know how she touched me when her patience ran out. How she smiled before she devoured. I could practically see her undressing in front of him, biting her bottom lip with false innocence. Watching whatever resistance he had just melt away.

I could feel it in my chest, in my thighs.

The need to know.

The idea struck fast and I was grabbing my car keys and slipping on my sneakers before I had consciously realized the plan. If I drove by their place, maybe I could....

I froze with the front door cracked open, the part of my brain that was not driven by my clit catching up. They live on the fifth floor.

There was no way that I would be able to see anything from the street. Even if Will was pressing my wife's naked body up against the windows with the lights on and curtains open...

Fuck, what a sight that would be.

And even if they were doing that insanely hot thing that I conjured for myself, what would that say about me trying to spy?

I stood there with the doorknob in my hand for a long minute, keys clutched tight in my hand, the cool air bringing more goosebumps to my skin. Squeezing my thighs together, attempting to smother the fire raging in my core.

I was turned on beyond reason, jealous in a way that I didn't expect - not that Jules was touching someone else, but that I wasn't there to feel it too. To be present, to share the moment. Brother be damned, I wanted to be there for all of her pleasure.

I leaned forward, pushing the door closed with my forehead as my brain started to come back to reality. I groaned loudly in frustration, threw my keys to the floor and stormed back to our room.

By the time I crossed into our marital space, I had kicked off my shoes and pulled off my shirt and bra. The drawstring to my shorts was the next victim, letting them slide to the floor right as I was climbing into our bed. The bed that still smelled like Jules' shampoo.

I closed my eyes and pictured Jules spread out beneath Will on this same bed. Flushed and moaning, hair messy across this very pillow. I knew exactly how her body moved, exactly what she would sound like as she started to come apart. I pictured Will trying to hold back, trying to be respectful, but giving into his more primal instincts when Jules whispered something filthy in his ear.

My fingers were inside me before I could talk myself out of it. The first glide between my lips sent a shock through me and I gasped out loud.

They were probably in the middle of it right now. Her nails digging into his back or his arms. Her voice breaking. His mouth on her neck.

I opened my phone, hands trembling.

Right there on my favorite contacts were three names. Jules. Will. Eva.

I stared at the screen, my eyes half unfocused before I held my finger over my wife's name. Imaging her answering in the throes of passion, telling me about every little thing going through her lust-fogged brain.

Gods, I was so close.

My hips bucked, pressing my clit against the heel of my hand as I added a third finger to the pair already rapidly fucking into me.

And still - my finger hovered.

I didn't press it.

Not yet.

I slammed my phone to the bed as I found myself unable to fall over the edge into a much needed orgasm. If I didn't get some post-nut clarity soon I was liable to make bad decisions like trying to be a peeping tom from five stories below. Leaving the phone in the middle of the bed, I leaned over the side to pull out our toy box from under the bed.

Just the sight of our accumulated collection of toys was enough to draw a whine from me. My right hand searching through the box while my left hand continued to keep me on the edge. Without thinking I rolled back onto the bed with Jules' favorite vibrator - penis shaped with a surprisingly strong motor that caused it to wriggle in a truly cunt stirring way.

I was so wet that the toy was nearly swallowed by my pussy before I even remembered to turn it on. A breath after I did though, as the toy came to life and I started to melt down. Memories of Jules' reactions to this toy blended with visions of her making those same cries and moans with a real dick instead.

While I was only able to be a witness to her passions being drawn forth by another person. I whimpered as I envisioned her making eye contact with me as she screamed out her climax.

That was enough to set off my own fireworks. I came so hard that my muscle spasms pushed the toy out of my cunt, leaving it shaking on the bed between my thrashing legs. I pulled my legs back, knees nearly to my chest, as my hands took over where the dildo had abandoned me. Having been on edge for far too long the orgasm seemed to go on and on, and showed no sign of letting up. The next clinch of my pelvic muscles was enough to push out a small spray of girlcum, arcing across the comforter to quietly splat near where the toy continued to dance with itself.

The pleasure would rise and fall for a few minutes, slowly pulling me back from arousal-based insanity. My eyes closed, head back, I tried to find the dildo by feeling the vibrations on the bed. The buzzing noise rang in my ears like extra temptation and I didn't think I could get back on that ride so soon.

My left hand grabbed for the source of the gentle vibrations, only to find my phone shaking and lit up. I must have gone deaf or screamed myself out while cumming and missed the ringtone when it started.

Turning the screen to my sight, Eva's picture smiled back at me. I had slid the button to answer before realizing it was a video call not audio.

"Oh hey..." I said weakly. Trying to hide my nudity from the frame, but she would have to have been blind to not have a pretty good guess as to what I'd been up to.

I heard a small giggle, "You too?"

I forced my eyes open and refocused, finding my brother's fiancé looking about as fucked out as I felt. Her auburn hair was a mess, a flush spread down her neck to her collarbones and I assumed below the screen's view. The tangle of hotel sheets behind her evidence that we both were dealing with our lovers becoming lovers in the same way.

"Yeah.... I can't stop thinking about them," I admitted, even as that admission gave my hand a reason to stroke my lower lips gently.

"And I'm guessing that you aren't rage-jilling over there too and are still more than ok with it?" I asked.

"Fuuuuck yes, I want to be there to watch. Even if I can't participate beyond that. Jules is so beautiful and seeing her soft curves against Will's hard muscles..... yum" she purred back. Did I detect some rhythmic shoulder motion just off screen?

"God same, what is wrong with us?" I sounded pitiful as I asked

"Nothing wrong with wanting pleasure for those you love, Sam"

"Is that why we are both touching our pussies while we are talking? Thinking about them?" I had to fight to keep my voice even.

Eva let out the cutest little moan, as though she was embarrassed that it escaped her. "It isn't just them I'm thinking about," she said quietly, her arm moving faster now, her other hand not able to hold the video as still.

Something about her admission just melted me. Not sure if it was the timid way she said it in contrast with the heat in her eyes, or the fact that I assumed she was using her fingers to draw out another climax while talking to me. I couldn't hold on any longer and I drove three fingers into my slick tunnel, the heel of my palm grinding against my sensitive clit.

"Fucking cum with me Eva, I want you to cum with meeeeeeeeeeeee" I howled out as my body exploded in pleasure again. Somehow I forced myself to keep my eyes on the screen though as I saw Eva reach ecstasy at nearly the same time. Her orgasm drawing out a wail that started low and quiet before growing into a banshee-like screech, her face scrunching up as she went through enough pleasure to almost be painful.

She dropped the phone close to her apex, leaving me to recover from my own hysteria to a view of the hotel ceiling and the sounds of Eva panting in recovery.

"So, was it good for you?" I asked while slightly out of breath after she had gone silent.

"Fuck. If we cum this hard with just our thoughts, I don't know that either of us could survive watching," Eva nearly whispered out of breath.

An aftershock of pleasure caused me to squeak as I imagined myself in the room.

I lay back, my hair now a sweaty tousled mess fanned out around my head. My thighs were wet almost to my knees and my pubic hair matted to my skin. I'm sure that Jules would smell the wet spot on her side of the bed no matter how much laundry I did.

My body seemed at war with itself, half of it wanting to come down from that massive peak like normal while the other half wanted to ramp back up even higher until I was nothing but an empty vessel. Until every drop of pussy nectar, every tear, every drop of sweat, every iota of lust wrung out of me and screamed out to the heavens.

Listening to my future sister-in-law recovering from her own meltdown was letting that second half win.

"Eva, do you think Will would be okay if I watched?"

A lusty whimper was all the response I received.

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Jules

It was going to happen tonight. Eva had called me to let me know about her work trip and after a quick three way text with Sam, we agreed to make tonight the night. I barely slept after that, my mind racing and my body on fire. Sam was the lucky victim of my over aroused state as we made love until she tapped out and then held each other until morning.

The first part of my day felt like I was moving through a fog, my brain completely absorbed by what awaited me tonight. By lunch time I gave up. I told my boss that I had a "family emergency" to attend to. He didn't ask questions. I don't know if I could have answered them if he did.

Driving home I realized I wasn't nervous exactly. But the gravity of it was settling into my chest like a soft, dense weight. Tonight I was going to Will - not to talk, not to plan. But to start something that would change all of us - me, Sam, Will, Eva - forever.

I ran a hot bath as soon as I got home. Forcing myself to be slow, be intentional and in the moment. I felt my skin flush as I sank into the steamy water, the heat wrapping around me, easing the tension in my shoulders and spine.

The water made me feel open, feel ready.

I let my mind drift as I lay back against the tub.

Would he be nervous when I walked in? Would he hover too close or freeze up waiting for a signal? Would he try to kiss me first - or wait for me to lead the way?

My hand slid down my chest between my breasts as I imagined unbuttoning my blouse while he watched from the couch. My fingers caressed my hip as my mind saw me taking his hand and pressing it to the curve of my waist. Leading him.

I shuddered as my fingers lightly brushed against my lower lips, pulling back like I had been caught doing something wrong. I reached for my body wash and loofa, seeing my razor sitting on the side of the tub.

"Does Eva keep herself shaved? Landing strip? Full bush?" I wondered as I stroked the bare skin above my slit with a feather-light touch. "Does he prefer some hair? What if my shaved pussy is a turn off?" I was forcing my mind to go back to exciting ideas instead of worries as quickly as possible. "Maybe he's never had a fully bare one before and he'll love it"

All of this extraneous mental energy to keep myself from focusing on the two most important things that were going to happen tonight. I was going to have sex with a man for the first time. And that man was my brother in law - the twin to my wife - the fiancé of one of my best friends. It was a dress rehearsal (undressed rehearsal?) for us having sex to get me pregnant.

Those thoughts were equally joyous and terrifying. So I had to go back to the logistics. I had already touched up my legs and pussy with the razor was spinning in that existential crisis for a moment and the water was beginning to lose its comforting warmth. After rinsing off I stood in front of the mirror and took my time. Moisturizer. Perfume. Just a light touch of makeup, enough to show effort but not be overwhelming.

I walked into our closet and froze with too many choices of what to wear. I must have browsed through every shirt, skirt, dress, and pair of pants hung up four or five times before I noticed her.

Sam was leaning against the doorframe to our closet, still dressed in her pencil skirt and blouse that made her look so much more serious than she was. Watching me with a wry smile, arms crossed, eyes filled with equal parts love and lust.

We stared at each other for a long, quiet moment.

"Gods, you are beautiful," she said finally.

I smiled, but something in her face caught me. Her eyes. I saw the ache, the knot of pride, desire, vulnerability and hope.

"Hey," I said, stepping closer. "Come here."

She came willingly, slipping into my arms. We held each other in the hush of our shared space, heartbeats in sync. My naked skin teased by the silk of her blouse and the texture of her skirt, her stockings adding a contrast of friction as our legs touched. I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in.

"You're really okay?" I asked quietly.

She nodded against my shoulder. "I'm more than okay. I'm excited. I want this. For both of us. For you."

I pulled back enough to look into her eyes. Looking for any shadow to cross those blue eyes and give us a reason to call this off.

"I need you to know that I want this too. For you as much as for me."

"Says the one who is about to get properly fucked while I stay here alone," Sam forced out a laugh - her humor letting me know she was really okay.

I kissed her there, standing naked against her. It wasn't rushed. It was slow and deep, our hands starting to wander. I had her blouse half unbuttoned before she broke away and held my hands.

"Save it for Will. When you get back.... Then we can finish this." She said and pulled me back into her embrace. I nodded against her shoulder.

"I'm not sleeping over so I'll hold you to that later." I promised. I felt a little shudder run through her as I did.

After a long moment she smacked my ass sharply and said "Let's get you dressed to impress now!"

I yelped in surprise and then joined her in laughter. The easy peace that was us felt more right than ever. With direction from Sam I chose each piece of my outfit, from the underwear out, based on what she liked and what she knew of Will's preferences.

"Eva and I talk too, you know. Plus we're twins, he likes a lot of the same things I do. I saw his browser history when we lived together for fuck's sake!" Sam giggled by way of explanation.

With my outfit for the night meeting her approval, I stood by our front door, knowing that once I went out there I would be coming back a different person.

I kissed her like I wanted her to remember it the whole time I was gone.

And I think she kissed me the same way.

When we finally parted, her fingers lingered on my cheek. "Text me when you get there."

"I will."

"And Jules?"

"Yeah?"

She gave me that sly crooked grin that I fell in love with all those years ago.

"Don't hold back."

I laughed, breathless. "I wouldn't dare."

I stepped out into the night, our fingers lingering against each other as we separated. The cool night air doing nothing to sate the heat rising under my skin. As I backed out of the driveway I saw Sam still standing in our doorway, backlit by the living room, leaning on the door jamb watching me leave her for the night.

I watched her silhouette in my mirror for as long as I could before focusing on the road ahead.

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Will

I woke up unsure if I was actually awake or dreaming. Who would believe that later tonight, my sister-in-law and I would be having sex. And that we would be doing it not just with permission, but encouragement from both her wife and my fiancé.

I was not shocked at all by the fact that I woke up hard as iron after all of this bouncing around my subconscious. I was shocked however by the fact that my morning wood was being bathed by Eva's tongue. The tip of her wet muscle circling around the upper half of my shaft, just light enough to make me twitch into the waking world. As my eyes fully opened and made contact with Eva's she smiled around my cock's tip and dove down until her lips circled the base of my erection.

"Good morn..... Nnnhguh!...." I choked out at the surprise oral assault.

Eva maintained eye contact as she slowly, deliberately pulled back revealing millimeters at a time of my spit soaked rod. Releasing the tip with one last swirl around my frenulum and a loud pop, she sat back on her heels between my legs.

"I was wondering how long you'd sleep through that. Much longer you'd have woken up balls-deep in me," my fiancé purred as she crawled up the bed. I could feel her nipples drag along my chest as she kissed her way up to my mouth. Our lips connected, tongues battling to show who wanted the other more, as I felt her own neediness dripping onto my thigh.

Each of my hands found one of the perfect hemispheres of her ass, grasping and maneuvering her over my erection. She weakly resisted, a moan of protest swallowed by our kiss.

"Nooooo baby, save it for Juuuuuuuuuules!" she howled as I pulled her down until our pelvises locked into each other. Her body betrayed her words as she planted her hands on my chest and started to roll her hips, stirring my shaft inside her while rising and falling. The spiraling motion an exquisite torture for us both as she used what little control she had left to keep the pace slow.

"Oh god, Will... I was going to leave you so horny and needy that you'd have no way to resist her." Eva's eyes met mine, a glowing ember of lust burning through the blue so brightly as to almost glow purple. "I wanted you so pent up that there was no way you'd overthink your way out of it."

Her riding pace slowed even further, dragging her clit across the top of my rod in contrast to her honey literally dripping from her opening. After the post dinner tease last night, I was in no condition to be patient any longer. Pulling her chest down to mine, I pinned her against me and rolled us over. When a shriek of laughter Eva fell back, opening her legs fully. With long, powerful strokes I fed her my entire length from tip to base, her breasts bouncing in rhythm, gasps and moans escaping her pert lips every time I bottomed out.

"No matter what we're doing, you're the one I want," I told her as I accelerated our coupling. "You're not leaving here without knowing that."

I watched as she threw her head back, arching her back and crying out as an orgasm wracked through her body. Her velvety walls rippled along my shaft, milking the cum I'd been building for her since last night. As the warm seed splashed against her walls Eva snapped back to looking at me, eyes wide, mouth open in a silent wail.

I rolled over as I collapsed, pulling Eva on top of me, cradling her against my chest while still joined together by our sex. As our breathing returned to normal and my erection softened she sat back up with a tired, satisfied smile.

"Damnit Will, you better be able to rock her world like that later. If you used it all up on me...." she laughed, shaking her head. "Sam may never forgive me if you disappoint Jules."

I rolled my eyes, for the thousandth time this week I contemplated the absurdity of my situation. "Eva, love...." I started before she silenced me with a kiss. This one of love more than passion.

"I know, Will. I know." She said, saying more with her eyes than words. A heartbeat later she stood up, "Now you're going to have to drive me to the airport since I have to shower again. Someone made a mess of me!" At the door to the bathroom she turned and intercepted my attempt to follow her. "Nuh uh, mister - definitely don't have time for what will happen if you join me in there! Get dressed and then you can shower after you drop me off."

A last lingering kiss at the curbside drop for the airport before Eva walked into the terminal was followed by a single text as I made my way home, "I love you, have fun, make sure she does!" followed by a string of winking emojis, devil emojis, and hearts.

Between the way my day started and what lay ahead, work didn't stand a chance.

My eyes were on the screen, but my mind was stuck somewhere between panic and fantasy. Half-formed thoughts of Jules invaded everything - flashes of memory overlaying spreadsheets and project charts. The tone of her voice and laugh, the way her eyes lingered when she looked at me. I kept checking my phone like it might offer a sign, or maybe even just a distraction.

Eva texted again around lunch. "Still good?"

I stared at it for a full minute before replying. "Honestly, it feels like I am about to jump out of a plane."

Her answer was instant. "Then remember your parachute: she cares about you. And so does Sam. And so do I."

Before I could respond again another text came in, "Live in the moment, not your head."

"You are incredible. I love you" I sent back, receiving a red heart in reply. Nothing else. It was more than enough.

Still when I got home, the nerves crept back in. I spent the next hour doing absolutely nothing productive - then tried to overcorrect. I vacuumed, wiped down the counters, rearranged the liquor car for no real reason. I changed the sheet even though I wasn't sure we would get there. The apartment smelled faintly of pine cleaner and panic.

I looked at the clock: 6:12. Jules had said she'd be here around seven.

I showered. Shaved. Stared at my closet for a whole ten minutes before settling on a plain black t-shirt and jeans. Not too casual, not too formal.

Just me.

Hopefully.

6:44 - pacing.

6:52 - pouring bourbon into a glass to smooth my nerves.

6:53 - forgetting about the bourbon entirely after I set it down and fussed with the thermostat for some reason.

7:04 - knock on the door.

My stomach flip-flopped. I forced myself to walk slowly to open it instead of the rush I felt inside. I opened it and froze.

Jules.

She was.... She was something. Effortlessly devastating. She had on a white off the shoulder sweater over a grey skater skirt that fell to just above the middle of her thighs. Her legs were bare despite the chill in the air and her low-top red Converse kept the look casual and cool. It wouldn't have been out of place at a normal dinner together for the four of us. And yet this was no dinner date. For one, our spouses weren't here. Secondly the sweater was uncharacteristically showing an extra helping of cleavage and a peek of her red bra around the edges.

Jules noticed me appraising her look and smiled shyly in return.

"Hey..."

"Hey," I said back with all of the eloquence I could summon. I was suddenly aware of every molecule of air between us.

We stood there for a moment too long before I finally stepped aside. "Come in," turning to no longer block her way. The scent of her - something soft and clean, like warm vanilla and flowers - hit me immediately. My body reacted before I even looked at her again.

"Want anything?" I asked, trying to stay casual, "Wine? Beer? Bourbon?"

"Yeah, wine please. Not too much though," she said, flashing me a wry smile. "I want to feel it, not forget it."

I laughed. That made things feel more natural already. I poured her a glass and snagged my forgotten bourbon before rejoining her in our living room. She sipped it while walking over to the couch, pointedly sitting on the middle cushion and looking at me. She crossed one leg over the other at the ankle, and leaned back like she had so many other nights at our place.

I sat in my usual spot, and turned slightly so that we could clink our glasses together, "To practice runs!" I toasted with a laugh. The musical laughter from her in return was as intoxicating as the whiskey in my hand.

"So Sam gave me a whole speech before I left," she said, swirling her wine.

"Let me guess -- "Do it, but I'm still the better twin"?

She laughed again, "Close. More like, "You're allowed to want it. Just don't let it scare you. Don't hold back."

I took a sip of my drink, my eyes on her as she turned to face me fully. Her gaze was direct. No games, no pretense.

I threw back the last of my bourbon and set the glass down, letting the warmth spread through my throat. "Eva told me a very similar thing today." I paused, losing myself in her eyes as I looked for any reason to hesitate. "You know you are beautiful right?" I said, voice quieter than I expected. "I have always thought so, always wanted you."

Jules tilted her head and absentmindedly fidgeted with the hem of her skirt. "Since that night at Doc's?"

"Yes. More than I should have since you were with Sam, but yeah."

Her lips opened, paused as though she had forgotten what to say. Then she put her wine down on the coffee table and a hand on my knee. "Truth?" she said. "You're the first man I've even thought about like this. I don't know what I'm doing, but these are the feelings I want to feel as I get pregnant. I want to feel them with you."

I leaned forward, slow enough for her to stop me if she wanted. She didn't. Her breath was shallower now, matching mine. My hand brushed her waist, just lightly, and when she didn't flinch I let my fingers settle there, holding her gently.

"I'm nervous," she whispered.

I leaned in and gently kissed her lips, barely more than I would have kissed her in a normal setting. "Me too. That's why I'm going to take my time."

Jules's breath hitched, her eyes going wide for a moment. "Okay," she said, her voice trembled, just a little -- and it undid me.

I kissed her.

Not fast. Not greedy. Just enough to taste her. Enough to know she wanted it too.

She froze, stiff as a board, but only for a moment before she relaxed and kissed me back. Her hands found my chest, curling into my shirt like she was anchoring herself to the moment. I found myself pulling gently on her waist, drawing her to me, until she sat astride my lap on the couch. Her hands ended on my shoulder and mine on her hips, our faces just a breath apart as we searched each other's eyes for hesitation.

Then she leaned forward, her breath warm and quick against my neck as she kissed below my jaw before our mouths collided again, deeper now. I felt her shift her legs, scooting closer to me as she gasped into my mouth and I swallowed the sound.

Her hips moved against mine with a rhythm that didn't ask -- it insisted. My hands were just along for the ride but my restraint was fraying. Judging by the way she tugged at my shirt, so was hers. After a moment she pulled it up and over my head without ceremony, breaking our kiss just long enough for the fabric to pass between us. Her hands traced along my pecs after she threw the shirt somewhere.

I kissed her again - harder this time - and she responded like she'd been waiting for me to take over. Her sweater rode up as I moved my hands to the bare skin above the waistband of her skirt. I didn't stop there long, touching more of her. The soft yet firm stomach. The curve of her side. The edge of her bra. The sharp intake of her breath when I kissed just below her ear, my hands as far as they could reasonably go with her shirt on.

"God," she whispered. "This feels..... Insane."

"It does," I said, my lips brushing her jaw. "We can stop whenever it gets too much."

Jules looked at me, her pupils blown wide, her expression somewhere between disbelief and want. "I want to keep going," she said. "I just don't want to feel rushed."

"You won't," I told her. "We move at your pace. No one else's."

Her lips curled into a genuine smile and her cheeks flushed a shade darker. "Good, because I want to enjoy this."

She slid backwards off my lap, sanding before me. Reaching out she took my hand and started leading me towards the bedroom. "Come with me," she said walking backward, her fingers still wrapped in mine. I followed without hesitation, the only sound the quiet steps of her sneakers against the hardwood.

We crossed the threshold to the room I shared with Eva and the tension shifted between us. Still electric, but deeper, more about everything we were both afraid to say out loud. We kept our eyes locked on each other as she backed towards the bed.

This was really happening.

Jules came to a stop as her legs ran into the bed. I advanced, closing the distance between us until she reached up and put her arms around my neck. I watched her face, reading every flicker in her expression -- desire, nerves, trust. She was quiet now, not hesitant, just focused. She was always deliberate in anything she did, now it felt like she was choosing every breath.

My hands settled again on her hips. Silently, she nodded at me while biting her lip in anticipation. I slid my hands back under her sweater with purpose this time, gathering the fabric as I lifted it slowly over her head. She raised her arms to take it from me and tossed it aside while I took in the red silk and lace bustier she had been hiding. It was doing an excellent job of pushing her already wonderful breasts up and together, the red contrasting nicely against her tanned skin.

"So Eva was right then?" She asked me coyly. "She said you would appreciate the effort."

I picked my jaw up off the ground and nodded, "yeah, she was right. You would be gorgeous in a nun's habit, but this..... wow."

Jules subtly released a catch on her skirt allowing it to fall and pool at her feet. "You know what they say when a girl has matching lingerie on," she said, turning slowly to reveal the matching red thong.

When she faced me again I dipped my head to kiss her again, my hands now feeling the warmth of her skin through the silk and lace. I felt her tremble slightly as I found the zip at her back, the rasp of it separating the sides echoing through the room. When it reached the bottom the garment fell away like a leaf from a tree.

She stood before me now, topless, her eyes searching mine. My eyes followed my hands as they glided back to her front and then up her sides. She wasn't letting me see her, she was showing me. Trusting me. Offering herself.

Jules gasped quietly when my hands came to rest over her chest, her nipples burning points in my palms as my hands reflexively squeezed her breasts. I tore my eyes from her chest to check in with her. The emerald flash of heat in her eyes was all I needed to see.

"They are very sensitive. I love it when Sam....." she paused, catching herself. "When they are played with, and pinched, and bitten, just so you know."

I rolled the tight brown nub between my fingers, bringing forth a warm purr from her. "Jules, it's ok to bring them up... they want this as much as we do."

She nodded, squeezing my hand against her breast harder. "I didn't want to freak you out by bringing up your sister. But she's what I'm used to doing, and you two are so alike in some ways..... Sorry?"

"Don't be, just do what Eva told me - be in the moment."

She took that pause to reach for the snap on my jeans. "You are overdressed," she said as she started to lower my pants. I whipped off my shirt leaving us both with just one more piece of clothing preventing us from being naked together.

"Same time?" She asked with a smile that showed her anxiousness couched in arousal.

"Sure," I said, hooking my thumbs into either side of my rapidly tightening boxer briefs. A condition that was exacerbated as she began to shimmy side to side lowering her thong. Her arousal was evident as the gusset stuck to her lips briefly before releasing. As the tiny wisp of lace hit the floor I admired the fact that Jules had either waxed or shaved completely bare.

We stood there gloriously nude before each other for a long moment, silent but for our heartbeats. Jules reached for my hand, pulling us together, skin to skin as we kissed with more heat than I think either is us expected.

Our bodies collided together like magnets, our hands everywhere, fleeting touches of otherwise forbidden territory, small moans any time our lips separated to breathe. I am not sure how we ended up on the bed, our legs tangled as we lay on our sides exploring each other for the first time. It wasn't rushed, but it burned, steadily pushing us together.

The only thing that gave me a few seconds of pause was a tug of guilt at the back of my mind. I couldn't stop myself from comparing her to Eva - who had displayed herself on this same bed for me - even though I knew it was unfair. It wasn't a competition between the two. I wasn't making a choice of one over the other. And yet I subconsciously flinched at the realization that I noticed.

I noticed the way that Jules' breasts filled my hands in ways that Eva's never would. The two full cup sizes of difference between them was unavoidable. The long lean body of Eva would be towering over Jules right now, putting those smaller perky tits at about mouth height for my sister-in-law. As different as they were up top, they were co-gold medalists for "Best Ass" in my book - both round, full, heart shaped testaments to the best of womanly evolution. Jules' ended in her taught full thighs, strong from years of cheer and dance in her youth. Eva's legs extended miles longer than Jules', the taut powerful muscles able to wrap around me and hold us together. No sighted person would call either of them anything but gorgeous, and I was hesitating at the realization that I had a Lamborghini in front of me instead of my usual Ferrari.

She must have seen something in my face, because Jules pulled me down for another steamy kiss, our naked chests compressing together. Her eyes searched mine - not for permission, but for presence.

"Overthinking?" she asked gently, lips tilting in a disarming smile.

"Always," I admitted, a sharp bark of a laugh.

Her fingers slid up my ribs, her voice just a whisper above the background noise. "Then let me help with that."

There was a moment right then - just in that heartbeat of a window - where I could have stopped everything. Pulled away. Made some half-joke and killed the mood.

But I didn't.

Because as the static in my head cleared, I realized I wanted this,. I wanted her. Not instead of Eva. Not as a fantasy from those nights in college.

But as Jules.

I rolled us over until I was above her, my legs outside hers, our bodies rubbing together as we kissed and caressed anywhere we could reach. My sister-in-law shuddered as I kissed up her neck from her collarbone to her jaw. A moan poured from her sexy lips before she pushed on my shoulders, disconnecting our bodies.

"Will, can I..... can I be on top?" she asked almost shyly. "At least for the first time."

My cock had no objections to this plan and twitched its approval which Jules noticed, reaching down to touch it experimentally. Her smooth hand skimmed up and down my shaft cautiously, instinctively spreading the precum with her fingers as she reached the pinnacle of each stroke. She stared at it transfixed, hypnotized. When I touched her hip with my hand she startled, releasing me with a gasp.

"It's ok, whatever you need Jules." I said rolling to my back next to her. My erection standing tall like a beacon to draw her to me.

She looked down at me and with a look of determination knelt back astride me and slid backwards until my cock was trapped between us. She slid back and forth, her lips split around me as my shaft rubbed along the outside of her pussy. I could feel the bump of her clit as it ground against the underside of my dick. Her juices freely flowing to coat us both in lubrication.

She turned her face to the ceiling and sighed in pleasure. Without looking back down at me, "What I need, Will is you... in me. Right..." she shifted her hips, "Nowwwwwwwww" she groaned as she pushed herself down, until her hips came to rest on mine.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck...." she chanted as she stretched around my cock. I put my hands on her hips, holding her still. Her pussy was warm and tight and velvety with just the right amount of wet.

Against every impulse of my body telling me, "fuck her!" I said "Take your time, I know it's your first....."

Jules laughed, causing her internal muscles to dance in extremely pleasant ways. "Yes, Will, you're the first real penis in there, but you do know that I've had fake ones right? But none of those feel so.... Warm... or twitch." she trailed off as she flexed internally to trigger one of those twitches.

"I guess I didn't think of that," I admitted shamefully. A small moan escaped when she flexed her Kegels.

"It isn't even close to the biggest one that we have at home," Jules admitted, flushing a little at the admission. "Maybe that's what they talk about with size not mattering."

Jules experimented with a small lift of her hips before lowering back to me. Nodding almost to herself she put her hands on my chest and then started to stroke further up and down on my shaft. She locked eyes with me again and whined out a little breath, "Yeah, it's different than silicone. Going to have to keep testing it." With that she started to speed up, her ass clapping against my thighs as she rode me.

Her squeals of pleasure increased in volume as I leaned up, trapping one of her breasts in my mouth and sucking hard on the nipple. Her rhythm faltered as I changed the angle of our junction. Jules whimpered as her legs gave out, their muscles unable to withstand the tremors of her first orgasm. She cried out loud enough to wake any sleeping neighbors, "ooooh.... I'm gonna.... I am.... CUMMING!"

As Jules came apart on top of me, my vision narrowed and I thrust one last time upwards, my cock swelling and pouring out into Jules' grasping pussy.

"Oh holy shit!" she screamed out, feeling the warmth flood around me as she ground her hips into mine, sealing her opening against my base. I watched her eyes roll back halfway as she positively vibrated above me - whether another orgasm or just a continuation of the first one I don't know. Jules just came to a complete stop at that point and collapsed down against my chest. Her hips twitched lightly in response to any final spurts left to escape from my dick.

We lay there, her on my chest in my arms, long past the time that my cock softened enough to slip out of her. Her head lay on my chest facing away from me. Her hand gently playing with my hair was the only sign that she was still awake.

I wanted to say something, but the words never seemed to come. Maybe there was nothing to say. Or maybe there was too much for right now.

Wordlessly, Jules rolled off of my chest and snuggled into my side. She looked up at me, her eyes soft, searching, not for answers - I don't think either of us were ready with those - but maybe something simpler. Reassurance. Connection.

"That was..... Different," she said finally, her voice just a bit raspy following her earlier cries.

"Yeah," I admitted, "But.... not wrong."

"No," she said with a smile, "Not wrong."

There was a pause, the thoughtful peaceful kind, not the awkward one. She rolled partially away from me, staring up at the slowly turning ceiling fan like I was. "You're the first man I've ever even let see me naked," she said, quietly, almost to herself. "It wasn't what I expected. I don't know what I expected, but it wasn't that."

I rolled over to my stomach, crossing my arms beneath my head so I could see her. I didn't know what to say, so I listened.

She reached her hand over to my shoulder, almost to confirm that I was still really there. "I thought I'd feel more like I was betraying Sam if I enjoyed it," she murmured. "But I didn't. I felt.... Connected. To her, even. In some backwards, inside-out sort of way."

I knew what she meant. The strangeness of sharing this level of intimacy with her, in the bed I shared with my fiancé.... It didn't matter what I had given to Jules, this was still Eva's bed. Nothing had been taken. Nothing stolen. But something had shifted.

"Is it always like that with Eva?" she asked, scrunching her eyes closed as soon as she said it. "Sorry that was supposed to stay in my head not out loud, sorry, sorry, sorry."

I laughed, "Another Sam tactic, well played." I dodged the playful slap that earned me before turning serious. "It's never the same twice. I'm sure there are times where you and Sam make love and times where you fuck. And that's like a sliding scale with those on the ends."

"This felt more like when I make love to your sister, but different somehow." Jules looked pensive so I gave her space to talk it out. "I knew that you'd make it more personal than just a one-off hook up, but from the first time you kissed me I felt... safe maybe? I half expected to panic and stop you, or insist that one of them were here with us so there was another woman who had been with a man to show me how."

I would be lying if the mental image of Eva joining in with Jules and I wasn't the first thing my synapses put together at that. The more concerning one for me was when I blinked and it was Sam instead of Eva in that same scene. Concerning in that it didn't freak me out immediately.

"Well I've never had sex that good from a virgin, Jules." I said with an overly serious glance to push the joke across the finish line.

"Stooooop, you know what I mean." she rolled away from me, covering her face with her hands. "Was it really good though?" she nearly whispered.

I heard the need for comfort there, the self doubt, and lay next to her so I could bend down and kiss her, while taking my hand and pulling hers to my renewing erection, both of us feeling the sticky residue of our love making. "He's giving you a full thumbs up, if that helps you feel better."

My sister-in-law broke full body laughter at my terrible joke, thankfully releasing my dick before squeezing too hard. I sat up, enjoying the contagious energy emanating from Jules as she lay in the middle of my bed, the peals of laughter causing her tits to jiggle in mesmerizing ways. She caught me watching and smiled warmly back at me, "You know, you look just like her when you do that."

"Do what?" I asked dumbly.

"When you see something that you want, you get a grin like you've found a hidden treasure and want to show it off." Jules said, her cheeks reddening at the implication. "When Sam gets this look.... Well I'd say that she's usually getting me naked soon but you're already there."

I took an exaggerated look up and down the sexy woman in front of me, "Well...." I hesitated, unsure if what I said next would cross a line, "What happens next then?"

And that's when it hit her. The reflexive guilt, the fear, the sense of wrong. I watched her expression drop and the tension start to fill her shoulders. I flopped onto my back next to her, the two of us staring up at the ceiling, doubts assaulting us both. I felt her reach for my hand and entwine our fingers.

"Will.... I just...." Jules sounded like she was struggling to put her thoughts to words. Then suddenly they ran out all at once, "I mean this was great and you were so just what you needed to be for me but I love Sam, and I don't want to hurt her or you or Eva or....."

"Jules!" I snapped to get her attention. She froze and turned her head to look at me. "They both told us it was ok to want this and to enjoy this. And I did, you are amazing and I can't believe that you even lived up to my college dream. And I hope that we get to do this again, and whatever you want to do." I sighed, realizing I was rambling now too. "But this only works with trust and communication. You're going to go home and tell Sam everything. And I'll tell Eva everything, even the parts that kind of scared me about how connected I felt."

She nodded along, her eyes not quite teary but I could tell she was close. "Will, thank you. You're right." Jules sat up, no modesty or tension about our shared nudity. "Can I use your shower real quick before I go home?"

"Of course...."

I was interrupted by both of our phones singing out our respective text alerts. Then two more in rapid succession. My pants were closer so I sat up and retrieved my phone and tapped the alert to our shared group text.

The first text was from Eva, "I love you both and wish I was there to cuddle and talk after."

My sister responded almost immediately, "Right, cuddle. Like she didn't just cum her brains out thinking of what you're up to. Probably less talking than moaning."

Jules and I giggled as we read her wife's response to my fiancé. The third message though really got us going.

"Says the woman who asked if Will would let you watch! Goddamnit Jules and Will you've got us both all horny. At least Sam can see you tonight!"

Let her watch? Is that serious or just flirty texting?

We exchanged a goofy smile and Jules laughed at the situation. "Yeah, I better get moving then."

I tapped out a quick reply, "J is about to shower and head home. I'll call Eva after she leaves. You two are as bad as teenagers lol."

Both of our lovers sent back variations of "Well, how'd it go?"

I looked up at the sound of Jules musical laughter, she had walked back out to the living room to get her phone. The casual sexiness as she walked toward me, naked ad free, made me long for a second round. She motioned for me to lay back on the bed then sat down, holding her phone up to take a selfie. She had positioned herself to block my body from the waist down but her naked body sat in front of my obviously naked chest on the bed. We both had satisfied smiles.

Hitting send, the image came over followed by her message. "Dress rehearsal went well. Be home after I shower your brother's cooties off. Xoxo"

"Cooties? Really?" I laughed, pulling her down and tickling her sides. "You're as bad as them!"

Phone alerts came over fast and furious now.

"Washing yourself or is Will helping?" - Eva

"He better keep his hands to himself!" - Sam

"More pictures!" - Eva

"Skip the shower, come home now!" - Sam

Before either of us could type back Jules' phone rang.

"I'm serious, come home now. We have a shower here and I'll wash you while you tell me everything!" I heard my sister through the phone speaker. "Please, baby, so serious. I can't wait any more."

Jules shrugged at me as she answered her wife. "Ok babe, everything better be hot and running when I get home - you and the shower."

I think I heard a moan before she hung up. Jules stood and started to gather her clothes while I lay back and watched her get dressed. She pulled her sweater over her head and her skirt up without donning her lingerie. She bent down to kiss me, holding her underwear in one hand.

"Will, thank you seriously. For all of this."

A sexy woman I had dreamed about for half a decade was thanking me for having sex with her. I never wanted to wake up.

My sister-in-law walked to my door, turning to toss her thong at me as I followed. "Keep it. It will drive Sam nuts for me to come home without it. I'm sure Eva will too."

We shared one more kiss. Our bodies pulled close together and our lips saying all of the things we had not spoken out loud. Then she was gone with a smile and a wave, like she had dropped off a casserole.

I walked back to our bed and grabbed my phone as I lay against the pillows. Eva answered so fast that it never even rang.

"Will, you need to tell me everything. Start from the beginning and leave nothing out!"

/////

Jules

Sam was standing in the doorway as I parked and walked to the house. She was bouncing on her toes like she wanted to pounce, her short robe flapping about her thighs. As soon as I was in arm's reach she grabbed me and dragged me to our bathroom, her robe no longer held closed revealing her naked body to me. She all but threw me against the shower wall, "you. Naked. Now. And start talking."

She smothered me with a passionate kiss before I could start talking then clawed at my clothes, "You had panties on when you left....". Sam's eyes sparkled

We fell into the shower, giggling and kissing, our bodies melding together under the water. I took my turn to pin her to the wall and pushed my leg between hers as I recounted the details of my evening to the accompaniment of her moans.