My Fiancée, My Sister, and My Bully Pt. 02

My Fiancée, My Sister, and My High School Bully

by Pan

Chapter 4

The next morning, I awoke to an empty house and a surprisingly strong hangover. I'd only had two beers, but like I said, I'm really not a drinker. When I made my way downstairs, there was a note from my sister on the table - "Beach day! Come join us".

I love my sister, but she's not the smartest cookie in the jar. I'd say that it made her and Eric perfect for each other, but even she's not that dumb. Eric really is in a league of his own.

The beach house is walking distance to like, five different beaches, and Jan had done literally nothing to specify which one they were at. I called Clarice, then my sister, but neither of them picked up. I could have called Eric - my sister had insisted we swap numbers before the trip - but it wasn't hard to imagine the mockery that would greet me if I did, so I decided to give myself a break and just spend the morning by myself.

I must have dozed off on the couch, because I was awoken by the sound of the door slamming. No sooner had I started to sit up when a wet towel had been thrown at my head.

"Get up, numb nuts," Eric growled, as I pulled the towel away. He was in the same speedos he'd been in yesterday, and my sister was standing beside him in a bikini. "I want to fuck your sister on that couch."

"You have a room..." I mumbled, and Jan laughed.

"He's kidding," she said, throwing him an adoring glance. "Clarice is waiting for you at the cafe."

"What cafe?" I said, still groggy.

"You never joined us at the beach, and she wanted to spend some time with you. So we left her at the cafe, and said we'd let you know where to find her."

Part of me wanted to explain why they'd never found me at the beach, but four long years of high school with Eric had taught me that defending the petty stuff was never worth it. He always find a way to turn it back against me. It was like the world's most annoying superpower.

"Yeah," the big bully added. "Plus, I want to fuck your sister on the couch."

Jan opened her mouth to object, but before she could say anything, Eric had picked her up and deposited her on the empty space where my head had just been a few minutes ago, her bare arm pressed against mine.

"Scram," he said to me, before dropping to his knees and moving his head between my sister's legs.

Part of me was tempted to call his bluff. Like, he wouldn't really start fucking my sister while I was right next to them, would he?

"Eric!" my sister squealed, and I felt like I had my answer. By the time I reached the door, my sister's playful objections had turned into moans, and even as I scurried down the path, I could hear her crying out in pleasure.

Despite their stated goal of... y'know, letting me know where I could find my fiancée, I only realized after I left the beach house that Eric and my sister had completely failed to let me know where I could find my fiancée.

Fortunately, she was in the third cafe I visited - I'd checked every corner of the first two, but it was immediately obvious when I finally arrived in the right place.

She was wearing the bikini she'd worn into the hot tub yesterday, and sitting at the counter, facing the door. Clarice was angled so that everyone who walked in could see every inch of her exposed skin; her shoulders were thrown back, and her stance was proud and confident.

The cafe was off the beach, so it wasn't like she was the only one in swimwear, but there was something about seeing her in it, mostly surrounded by fully-clothed people, clearly dressing to show off her body... it almost would have been less sexual if she was nude.

When she'd bought the bikini, I guess I'd been imagining her wearing it around the house, maybe at the beach. I certainly hadn't anticipated that she'd be wearing it anywhere else.

I didn't like it.

"Hey," I said, sitting beside her. I wasn't sure if she'd noticed me come in.

Was she drunk again? The Clarice I'd fallen in love with wasn't a prude, but I'd never seen her behave so brazenly. I don't want to make it sound like she was ashamed of her body or anything like that... but she was so gorgeous, she drew eyes no matter what she wore. When I'd first met her, she'd been wearing a sweater and jeans, and even then it had been obvious that she was the hottest girl in the room.

If she'd been dressed like this, I don't think I would have had the balls to approach her. But more than that... I don't know if I'd have wanted to. Like, what kind of a girl feels the need to show off her body so blatantly to a room full of strangers?

"Hey!" she said, her eyes lighting up.

I immediately felt a huge wave of guilt. I'd been mentally chewing her out for showing off, and here she was, just as excited to see me as Jan always was to see Eric.

Well, almost. No one else is ever that excited.

Clarice leaned forward and kissed me, and... I'm not gonna lie, I immediately saw the advantage of having a girlfriend who liked to show off.

I'd bet good money that every man in the room was jealous of me in that moment. They were in the presence of one of the most attractive women in the planet... but she'd immediately made it clear that she was mine, and I was hers.

Part of me wanted to apologize to her, but that would have required first explaining what I was apologizing for, and I figured it wasn't worth getting into.

"How was your morning?" I asked, and a dreamy look came across my fiancée's face.

"Amazing," she said with a sigh. "I'm really glad we decided to do this."

"Oh?"

"Yeah," she nodded. When she nodded, other parts of her body seemed to nod as well.

I was sure that I wasn't the only person to have noticed that.

"I really feel like I've gotten to know your sister on this trip," she continued, and I relaxed slightly. "We're getting along so well, it's fantastic. I just... I feel like part of the family, y'know?"

I smiled, and put my hand on hers. "They're your family too," I replied. "For the rest of our lives."

Sometimes a moment comes along which is just... I dunno, pure happiness. Bliss. The French probably have a word for it.

The first night I spent with Clarice was one of those moments - the sex had been great, of course, but that had only taken a few minutes. We'd spent the rest of the evening just talking and talking and talking, sharing everything with each other. It was like we'd poured our souls into each other, forged a connection that we'd share forever.

That moment, sitting in the cafe... it wasn't as intense, but it had the same energy. Just a slice of pure bliss, knowing that my fiancée had bonded with my sister, and felt like she belonged to the family.

I'd been worried that Eric's presence would completely ruin this holiday, but I was glad that she'd managed to make the most of what could have been a really, really bad situation.

"So it was just you and Jan?" I asked.

"Mostly," Clarice answered. "Eric was surfing, and... doing the rounds, I guess."

My confusion must have shown on my face, because my fiancée immediately clarified.

"Just, y'know, walking up and down the beach."

Ah, yes. The strut.

"I think he was showing off," Clarice said with a half-smile. "He likes the attention."

I'd heard her make similar comments before - mostly about other students at our college - but always in a scornful tone. That was part of why I'd bristled at the sight of her sitting in the middle of the cafe, showing off so blatantly. The hypocrisy, y'know?

But apparently something had changed her mind on the matter, and I was pretty sure I knew who.

"What'd you two talk about?" I asked, changing the subject. "Girl stuff?"

I suddenly recalled what my fiancée had said to me last night, while she was riding me.

When she'd cum.

She must have been just talking dirty, right? Women didn't really talk to each other about... that kind of thing. In that level of detail.

I shifted uncomfortably, my cock suddenly hard.

"Kind of," Clarice replied, biting her lip. She suddenly looked nervous.

What had they talked about?

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I asked her a bunch of questions about... y'know, their open relationship. She was pretty happy to talk about it. It sounded really interesting - what has she told you?"

"Not much," I admitted, slightly ashamed. On the rare occasion I got to spend some time alone with my sister, talking about Eric was pretty much the last thing I wanted to do, and so learning about their open relationship the previous day had completely blindsided me. "How does it work?"

"It seems pretty simple. They both basically have blanket permission to see other people."

"That's it?"

"Uh huh. Jan says she loves it."

"Oh yeah?"

That sounded like good news. I'd been worried that Jan was just going along with it for Eric's sake; it was a relief to hear that she was getting just as much out of it as he was.

"So does she, like, have another boyfriend?" I asked.

"I don't thiiiink so," Clarice said slowly. "I mean, she didn't mention one."

"Wait," I said, holding one hand up. "So why is she so into it?"

Clarice's lip was between her teeth one more. "Well, she said that she really likes hearing about Eric with other girls..."

I rolled my eyes. Great. It was exactly what I'd thought - that idiot had manipulated my sister into thinking that she enjoyed it when her boyfriend fucked other women behind her back. But before I could voice my disapproval, Clarice continued.

"... and that he really likes seeing her with other girls as well."

My words died in my throat.

"Yeah," my fiancée said in response to the shocked look on my face. "I didn't know your sister was bi."

"Neither did I," I said hoarsely. Clarice flagged down a server - she ordered for both of us (a coffee for her, a Sprite for me) and by the time she was done, I'd found my voice once more.

"So she has, like... girlfriends?"

"A few," Clarice admitted, her cheeks going pink.

"Or is this just something she does for Eric?"

"No, no - she was very clear about that. Like, she likes that Eric likes it, but she really has a good time."

"Wow," I said. My head was spinning. I'd assumed that my sister was just... I dunno, Ericsexual. I'd figured he was cheating on her, but I had no idea that she was... well, hooking up with other people too.

With women, at that.

"Yeah," Clarice said, mirroring my tone exactly. "Like I said, it was a really interesting conversation."

"I'll bet," I said. It wasn't hard to imagine it - Eric marching up and down the beach like a peacock while Clarice and my sister discussed Jan's lesbian affairs. "You guys discuss anything else?"

"Well..."

There it was again, that look of reluctant shyness.

"What?"

"She said Eric..."

"What?" I repeated, my eyes narrowed.

"Jan said Eric likes me," Clarice said, trying to throw it away with a half-shrug.

I sat back in shock.

I mean, it wasn't really a surprise. Eric isn't exactly a master of masking his innermost thoughts and feelings, y'know?

To begin with, I don't think he has any innermost thoughts. For that, you'd need at least half a brain.

But I definitely hadn't expected him to be so blatant about it. I mean... okay, again - he was already being pretty blatant. He all but drooled whenever Clarice walked into the room, and the previous night as she dried herself off, he'd done nothing to hide his hungry stare.

I guess the part that surprised me was that he'd told my sister... and that she'd passed it onto Clarice.

"Gross," I replied, trying to sound like it didn't bother me. But even if the waver in my voice hadn't given me away... this was Clarice I was talking to. No one knew me better than her.

"It's okay," she said, staring at me coolly.

"Hmm?"

"I know you like it."

My eyes widened. Ah, shit. Here we were again - Clarice had somehow gotten the impression that I was turned on by my highschool bully's attraction to her.

I opened my mouth to finally set the record straight, but before I could say anything, the server appeared. I watched him set a Fanta down in front of me, and barely manage to avoid spilling the coffee for Clarice (he was more than a little distracted by her swathes of exposed skin) and by the time he left I'd lost my train of thought.

"So... what do you think?" Clarice asked, looking at me earnestly.

"Of the drink?" I asked, throwing it a distasteful glare. "It's not what I ordered, but I...-"

"No," she interrupted. "Of the open relationship thing."

"Oh," I said, wrinkling up my nose. "I mean, whatever makes them happy, I guess."

"Oh."

I sensed a note of disappointment in my fiancée's response, but I was trying to decide whether to drink the orange liquid they'd delivered me or request a replacement.

I'd just decided that it wasn't worth kicking up a fuss when Clarice continued.

"Because I was thinking... it sounds interesting."

"Hmm?"

"I mean, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I think an open relationship is an interesting idea, and I wanted to talk about it with you."

I suddenly felt dizzy, like all the blood had left my head and it was going to float off my body.

Was Clarice... was she suggesting that we...

"What?" I gasped, and Clarice put her hand on my shoulder.

"Honey, calm down - I just thought it was worth discussing."

"You want... you want to cheat on me?"

"No!" she said. "Jesus, no. Nothing like that."

"Then what?"

As Clarice explained, I managed to get some air back into my lungs, but the feeling of dizziness never left me.

"I'd just never really thought about it as an option, y'know? I'd always figured it was just swingers, or people who didn't love each other."

"You love me?" I said, slightly pathetically. My mind was such a whirlwind, I needed some base level reassurance.

"Of course!" she said, a look of worry on her face. "Oh, baby, of course. I love you so much. This isn't about that."

"Then what is it?"

She gave a half-shrug, and I recognized the expression on her face. She'd worn it a lot during college when she was trying to figure something out, understand a new concept.

"She made it sound so... god, I dunno. Fun? Like they were so confident in their love for each other, they didn't need these arbitrary boundaries of what they could or couldn't do."

"I like the boundaries," I pouted, but Clarice either ignored me or didn't hear what I'd said as she continued.

"And it sounded so... freeing. Like, they weren't with each other because they had to be, because they were the sole source of each other's sexual or emotional satisfaction. They were with each other because they wanted to be."

"Do you not want to be with me?" I asked, hurt.

Clarice sighed, and looked me in the eyes.

"Of course I do," she said firmly. "I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I love every part of you, and I always will."

"Then why do we need anything more?"

A smile spread over my fiancée's face.

"We don't," she said. "It's not about that."

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, Clarice moved her hand to my thigh. I looked around the cafe, wide-eyed.

"What are you doing?" I hissed. Anyone could have seen what she was doing.

"We don't need anything more," she said, her green eyes staring into mine. "You're everything that I need."

"Okay..."

"But I don't know if you've thought about the advantages."

My mind was turning over. She was right, in a sense - I really couldn't see any advantages to letting her go around fucking anyone who wanted her.

And when you have a body like Clarice's, everybody wants you.

"What do you mean?"

"There are plenty of hot women out there," she said, her hand moving up my thigh. I tensed, but didn't say anything. There was too much going on already to start battling on a whole new front. "I thought you'd jump at the opportunity to have commitment-free, hot, steamy hookups with them. Share them with me..."

That got my attention. She was right - I hadn't been considering things from the other side at all. An open relationship would mean that I could have affairs of my own.

"Share them?"

"Uh huh," Clarice said coolly. Her hand was gently rubbing the top of my leg, but her gaze never left mine. "You know how much I love going down on you... maybe I could invite a friend or two to come around when we get home. Wouldn't you like to watch me making out with one of my friends from highschool?"

My eyes widened.

"You never told me you were bi," I replied, fascinated. How had that never come up?

"It didn't seem relevant," Clarice shrugged. "If we were going to be exclusive. I always knew I wanted to end up with a man - I want to have kids. A family. But if we open things up, suddenly that puts women back on the table. I've always been curious..."

There was a lump in my throat, and another in my pants. It was impossible not to visualize - my fiancée, making out with another woman, her hands exploring their body... the two of them crawling over the room to where I was waiting, taking my cock out of my pants, sharing it between them...

She was right. The appeal of an open relationship was suddenly very, very apparent to me.

Clarice's hand had started moving towards my erection, but I pushed it away.

"I don't know," I whimpered. It was too easy to imagine Clarice's body under another man's, sitting and watching as someone else fucked my future wife.

As Eric fucked my future my wife.

"Are you sure?" she said coyly, a mischievous smile flashing around her lips. "Because I bet Brigid would be interested..."

I involuntarily shuddered in arousal.

Brigid.

She was one of Clarice's best friends, and... god. I'd like to say that I've never been as attracted to anyone as I am to my goddess of a fiancée, but I had to admit, Brigid came close. She's taller than Clarice (most people are) and slightly bustier.

But it was more than the sum of her parts - there was just something about her, something that just drove me wild. It was like she always had a 'fuck me' look in her eyes, like her lips were made to be wrapped around a cock.

I'd been completely unable to hide my attraction to the blonde woman, and Clarice had taken advantage of my ridiculous crush on more than one occasion.

My fiancée never acted jealous or annoyed... but whenever we left an event where we saw her, Clarice would tease me about it.

"Brigid looked great tonight. Did you notice how her tits almost spilled out of her dress? She's the only one of my friends with a larger chest than mine..."

I'd squirm at her words - what man wants his girlfriend to know that he's noticed another woman? - but she wouldn't let up until I was hard as a rock.

As soon as we got inside, she'd pull me to the bedroom and start riding me. Learning about her bisexual streak suddenly explained a lot of her behavior - it had almost been as though Clarice was as excited by her friend's body as I was.

"I bet you'd wish you were inside Brigid right now," she'd gasp, driving herself down onto my erection again and again. She'd ignore my protestations, my denials, and continue. "I bet you wish you were fucking - oh! - fucking my friend right now instead of me..."

Her words would inevitably drive me over the edge... but post-orgasm, I'd be far too uncomfortable to talk about what we'd just done. Neither of us would mention it again until the next party Brigid was at, when the whole cycle would repeat...

"Brigid has a boyfriend," I said. Despite having drunk more than half the glass of Fanta, my throat was completely dry.

Clarice grinned, and I think she knew she had me.

"So?" she asked coquettishly, batting her eyelids. "Maybe they're in an open relationship too."

"Clarice..."

"Just think about it," she said, licking her lips as she stared at me. "That's all I'm asking."

I nodded. Somehow, I knew that I'd be unable to think about anything else for some time.

Chapter 5

When Clarice and I returned to the beach house, I couldn't help but notice there was a stain on the couch.

Yeah. That was something I was absolutely not going to think about.

My sister and Eric were napping, nude, in their room. I wish I could say I hadn't seen anything, but even in the two seconds it took me to realize that they were sleeping - naked - I got a glimpse of my sister's bare ass... and her boyfriend's huge cock.

Even flaccid, it looked like it was larger than mine was erect.

Another thing I was carefully not going to think about.

When I told Clarice that my sister and her idiot boyfriend were napping, a saucy look came across her face. Without saying a word, she pressed her body against mine, and slid her tongue deep into my mouth.

"Mmmm," she moaned. Her hands moved down my back and slid down to my ass. Before I could protest, she pulled my cock out. Ever since I'd seen her in that damn bikini, I'd been rock-hard, and her eyes lit up at the feeling of my erection.

"Oh, baby," she said with a soft moan, starting to slowly jack me off.

"Let's go to bed," I whispered.

"Why?" she purred. "There's a couch right here..."

"No!" I said, louder than I intended, and Clarice froze. "No," I repeated, softer this time. "I... I'd rather go somewhere private."

She nodded, her fingers still slowly stroking my shaft. Fortunately, the image of Eric pounding my sister on the couch had done nothing to wilt my erection.

"All right," she said softly. "Whatever you say..."

My cock twitched at the submissive tone in my fiancée's voice; she'd often wanted to roleplay as master and slave in the bedroom, but... I dunno, I just couldn't do it. I was a feminist, and doing something like that just felt too degrading to women.

Clarice had been disappointed, but she'd understood. I think she respected how much I respected her.

But I have to admit, the thought of Clarice submitting to me held a certain taboo heat. It was all too easy to imagine her kneeling before me, her hands clasped behind her back, waiting for orders...

... Brigid beside her, the two of them naked, waiting for my command...

As quickly as possible, we stripped down, and Clarice crawled into bed beside me.

"I'm yours," she said, pressing her breasts against my chest. "I belong to you."

"You're your own person," I corrected, and I saw a flash of annoyance cross her face.

"Yeah," she replied flatly. "I know."

Neither of us said anything as we got into position. Within minutes, Clarice was on top of me, my condom-clad cock sliding into her wetness.

She was so hot. So incredibly, impossibly hot.

It felt like only a few moments before I felt my orgasm approaching, but Clarice surprised me, lifting herself off my cock.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked, and a mischievous gleam entered her eyes.

"Are you thinking of me?" she teased, reaching down to wrap one hand around my cock... but instead of stroking me, like I expected, she held my cock tight as a vice. It was like she was trying to physically stop my orgasm.

"Of course I am," I groaned, and she tilted her head to the side.

"Or are you thinking about my friend?"

"W-what?"

"It's okay," she laughed. "I know you're thinking of Brigid."

I honestly hadn't been, don't get me wrong: Brigid was sex on legs, but the sight of Clarice walking around in that revealing bikini, the way her boobs bounced when she walked, and the way everyone had been staring at her... part of me had hated it, but the whole thing was so hot that I hadn't even considered thinking of anyone else.

"I wasn't," I moaned. "I was thinking of you."

"I won't tell anyone," she giggled. "I find it hot."

"I swear," I said, but she shook her head.

"I don't believe you."

"Clarice..." I said with a groan. "Please. I want to fuck you. I want to cum."

"You're not the only one," she said, and for a moment I thought I sensed a note of frustration in her voice, but before I could say anything she leaned forward and kissed me again.

Her hand was still wrapped around my cock, and I wanted nothing more than for her to start stroking me again. I wanted to cum inside the condom... I mean, I ideally wanted to cum inside the condom inside my fiancée, but I'd take it however I could get it.

"You can cum if you tell me the truth," she said breathlessly. "That you were thinking about fucking Brigid."

"I wasn't...-"

Clarice silenced me with a kid.

"Be honest," she said, staring at me, her eyes large and innocent. Well, as innocent as a naked, busty redhead with a cock in her hand can ever look.

I never wanted to lie to her, of course, but it was clear what she wanted me to say.

"I was thinking about fucking her," I lied. "I was imagining fucking your friend."

"Where?"

My mind was blank. "The bedroom?"

Clarice's nose wrinkled. "No," she said patiently. "I mean, where were you fucking her."

"The... the bed?"

My fiancée rolled her eyes. With a sigh, she lowered her mouth to my ear.

"Which hole were you fucking?" she asked, and my eyes widened. Oh.

"Her, uh, her... vagina."

Clarice's hand went from holding my cock to stroking it, and I felt my balls twitch in anticipation. God, how had I gotten so lucky? How had I wound up with a goddess like her?

"Call it a pussy," Clarice hissed. She knows I hate that word, but I did as I was told.

"Her pussy," I said, my voice a soft gasp.

"And you came inside her?" Clarice asked, and I nodded, trying not to sound as desperate as I felt. "Say it."

"I... I came inside your friend's pussy."

She released my cock, and I gasped in surprise.

"Good boy."

I don't know how she did it, but in one motion she straddled me, guiding my erection inside her. I squeaked with pleasure as our bodies connected, and she moaned deeply in response.

"Tell me," she said. "I want details."

I'm really not one for dirty talk. But I was so worked up, Clarice's words had gotten into my head, and - to my horror - I found myself recounting the most recent sexual experience I'd witnessed.

"She was on the couch," I said, and my fiancée moaned in response. "Sitting on the edge of the couch, her legs spread wide. And I, I sat down next to her. I moved to the floor, and put my mouth between her legs, and..."

"Fuck," Clarice interrupted. I couldn't remember ever seeing her this worked up during sex before. "You get off thinking about tasting Brigid? About going down on her?"

"Um," I stammered. "Maybe... yeah?"

"Mmm, maybe you should," she said, grinding down on me. "Maybe I'll let you lick me, if you eat my friend first."

Clarice had never let me go down on her. She said she just didn't like it, which was a pity. I love sex, of course, but I honestly love going down on women almost as much.

So the thought of eating my fiancée's pussy was incredibly exciting. Especially the idea of eating one girl's, then the other's...

"Do you want to lick her?" Clarice asked.

"I - I don't know, I guess..."

"Pussy is so delicious," she purred, licking her lips. I groaned; I was about to cum, I could feel it.

She leaned down, her tits against my chest, her mouth on my ear.

"I want to taste her too," she whispered, and that was the thought that got me off. My gorgeous, red-headed fiancée, her head between Brigid's perfect legs, the two of them moaning and sweating together, both of them dripping juices onto the floor while I sat and watched and jerked off.

"God, yes," I grunted, thrusting up into her, hard. I came deep inside her, my body spasming as I emptied my balls into the condom. For a moment I'd thought that the dirty talk would cause a repeat performance - another spankless orgasm from my fiancée - but to my disappointment, she slid off of me and lay by my side.

"That was so hot," she whispered, and I couldn't help but nod.

Despite having had such a sleep-in, I was so comfortable, so satisfied. And so with Clarice cuddled up on my chest, my eyelids grew heavy, and soon enough, I was drifting off into slumber.

I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed. Clarice was gone, but that didn't surprise me.

My eyes narrowed as I realized: she was probably already downstairs with Eric. And if she'd had anything to drink, she was probably letting him take liberties with her body again; stuff that she'd never do while sober.

I almost tripped over my clothes as I raced towards the door. From downstairs, I could hear the sound of laughter - I've never understood why my sister finds her hulk of a boyfriend funny, but my stomach tightened at the sound of my fiancée laughing as well.

She knows how dumb he is. She knows what a moron he is.

She must have been drunk again.

I quickly threw some clothes and made me way downstairs. Sure enough, there were empty bottles and cans all around the couch. My fiancée's eyes lit up at the sight of me - I'm so, so lucky to have her - while Eric shot me a scornful look.

"Well, well, well," he boomed. "If it isn't Sleeping Beauty."

"We were talking about Brigid," Clarice giggled, and my eyebrows shot up.

"What?"

"Clarice showed us a photo of her," Jan said, her eyes dancing with mischief. "She's a cutie, huh?"

"Uh huh," I said noncommittally. Something told me that I was walking into a trap.

"She's hot as fuck," Eric drawled, and I kept on nodding. I mean, the guy was a boor, but he was right. Brigid was, indeed, hot as fuck. "I'd really love to give her one. Wouldn't you?"

I knew I was being played, but I didn't know how. I felt myself going red - Eric's had more teeth than IQ points, but he was somehow outsmarting me.

I decided to play it safe.

"Of course not," I said, taking the moral high ground. "She's Clarice's friend; I respect her too much for that."

"No," my fiancée said with a giggle. "He'd much rather go down on her."

The three of them burst out laughing, and I felt shame filling my body. God... she'd told them? I'd told her that in the bedroom, in confidence, and she'd shared it with my sister... and the man who had made my high-school years a living hell??

I wanted to sink through the floor. As the three of them laughed, I swore that I would never, ever, ever try to talk dirty again.

"Oh no, darling, I'm sorry!" Clarice said, stumbling across the room and throwing her arms around me. "I didn't mean it like that. I think it's cute that you... that that's what you think about when you cum."

"That's not what I think about," I said, my fists balled. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes... I was a grown man, about to burst into tears in front of my sister, her idiot boyfriend, and the love of my life. "I just..."

Even through the haze of alcohol, Clarice must have realized how upset I was, because she pulled me into the kitchen before I could suffer any further shame.

"I'm sorry, babe," she slurred. "I didn't mean to embarrass you." The tears were openly rolling down my face at this point - I couldn't remember ever feeling so humiliated in my entire life. Clarice, god bless her, didn't judge me for crying. Instead, she got up on her toes and kissed each tear away, before moving her mouth to mine.

Part of me wanted to push her away, to lash out and call her nasty names for what she'd done... but I know Clarice and I know Eric and I know my sister's wicked sense of humor. There was no way this was her fault; they'd plied her with alcohol and goaded her into sharing more than she should have.

And so I returned her kiss. I could taste the sweet cider she'd been drinking. She moaned into my mouth, and the kiss moved from comforting to passionate. Within moments we were making out, and I could feel the tension leaving my body.

"I love you," she said, pulling away to stare up into my bloodshot eyes. I just nodded; I was calm, but still hurt. I'd long known that Eric was a bad influence on my sister, but it was becoming clear that Jan was being affected by his dickishness as well.

"Let me make it up to you," she continued, a saucy smile spreading across her face as she fell to her knees.

"Clarice!" I hissed - there was no door between the kitchen and the living-room, and Eric (or my sister!) could have walked in at any moment. This was a nightmare, but my fiancée was too drunk and horny to care.

"Please," she said, looking up at me, her eyes big. "I want to do this for you."

I shook my head, but either the alcohol or Clarice's stubbornness caused her to ignore me. She pulled out my cock; despite all the action of the last few days, I was hard as a rock. It must have been a side-effect of all the adrenaline pumping through my body.

With a smile, Clarice took my member into her mouth, maintaining eye-contact all the while.

"I love sucking your cock," she said, louder than I would've liked. I could hear Eric and my sister laughing about something in the living room; I knew that they could hear my fiancée's dirty declaration.

"Stop it," I hissed. "Clarice, stop that right now! I forgive you. Now please, get up!"

It took several minutes of pleading before the message finally came through, and she took my cock out of her mouth. With a disappointed look, Clarice unsteadily got back to her feet. God, how much had she had to drink?

"I just wanted to make you happy," she pouted, and I rolled my eyes affectionately.

"You make me so happy, my love," I said. She leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my head away. Her mouth had just been on my cock, after all.

There was a look of dissatisfaction on her face, and so I tried to throw her a bone. "You were very naughty today," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "Maybe tonight you deserve... a spanking?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Firstly, I'd just sworn off dirty talk. Secondly, spankings firmly fall under the 'reward' category for my fiancée.

She'd betrayed my trust to my closest family member and my mortal enemy. And in return, I was... rewarding her?

But she glowed at the promise, leaning her head against my chest and wrapping her arms around me. "I'ma hold you to that," she giggled, and I patted her head affectionately.

I knew I should be angry, but... well, she was the love of my life, and cute as a button. Who could stay mad at that?

"Come on," I sighed. "Let's see what Jan and the brute squad are up to."

"He's in the brute squad?" she giggled.

"He is the brute squad!"

As we returned to the living room, I'd realized the couple weren't talking... but I was wholly unprepared for the sight that greeted us.

In front of us was my sister, on her knees in front of Eric, her mouth wrapped around his hard cock.

My own mouth fell open in shock, and I turned away immediately. That is not something a brother should ever, ever witness his sister doing.

Even though I was no longer facing them, the sounds made it clear what was happening. I'd have assumed they would stop when we re-entered the room, but my ears were filled with the sound of their moans, the wet slurps of my sister's mouth, the smacking sounds of Eric fucking my sister's face.

"God, babe," Eric grunted. "You're such a good little cocksucker."

"Guys!" I shouted, realizing that they'd somehow failed to notice our presence. I shot a worried glance at my fiancée - she's much more okay with this sort of thing than I am, but I knew that even this would be going too far for her.

I was wrong.

Clarice was watching, wide-eyed, as my sister's head bobbed up and down, taking every inch of Eric's meat. I'd only seen it for a second, but the image was burned into my brain - Jan's lips, stretched obscenely tight, pressed against Eric's shaft. His hands on her head, guiding her as she sucked him off.

"Fuck!" Clarice gasped, and I shot her a look. She didn't even notice - she was staring, as though hypnotized, at the carnal act taking place in front of us.

"Clarice!" I hissed, and she reluctantly broke her attention from the live sex show and looked at me. Her eyes were shining with lust, and there was a huge, happy smile on her face.

"Tell them to stop," I insisted, my voice coming out as a whine. Clarice turned back to them, but seemed to immediately get distracted, just staring in awe instead of saying anything.

I realized that the light switch was beside me, and so I reached out and fumblingly turned it off.

"Hey!"

There was a slight popping sound that could only have been my sister removing her mouth from Eric's cock, before all three of the other people in the room started objecting to what I'd done.

"Bro, turn that back on."

"Honey..."

"What're you doing, Dweebus?"

"What are you doing?" I exploded. "We're trying to... we want to..."

I spluttered out, and there was a pause. I figured it was safe to turn the light switch back on - I honestly don't know what twisted logic led me to that conclusion. Yeah, my sister's mouth was no longer on Eric's mammoth cock, but her hand had replaced it, slowly running up and down its length.

I turned back to Clarice, who was still staring.

"C'mon, guys!" I half-shouted, half-whined. I was starting to feel like a crazy person; how was I the only one that understood sucking someone off in the middle of a shared space wasn't cool? "What're you... why are you..."

Again, I couldn't find the words. Sounding slightly calmer than before, Eric responded.

"We heard you guys doing it in the kitchen," he said smugly. "I guess I didn't expect you to finish so quickly."

"I didn't finish!" I shouted. I was really starting to get mad now - it was clear that I was the only sober one in the room, and as much as I hate to be a party pooper, this was absolutely a party that needed pooping.

"Should've thought about going down on Brigid," my sister giggled, and that was enough to push me over the edge.

"Fuck you!" I said, turning to face her. Her other hand had made its way to her boyfriend's crotch now, and she was jerking him off with both hands.

"Fuck you," I said to Eric. He just grinned - that wide, cocky grin that I hated so much. I could practically feel my blood boiling.

"And you..." I said, turning to my fiancée. She was still staring at Jan's hands, biting her lip, but turned to face me, raising one eyebrow at my tone.

"Mm-hmm?" she asked, and I faltered.

"Let's... let's call it a night," I said, suddenly feeling defeated. "Let me take you upstairs."

Clarice shot one more longing look at Eric's erection, before nodding and turning towards the stairs. My entire body felt shaky, but triumphant.

I'd done it. I'd stood up to Eric. He was being a complete bully, and I'd called him out.

I'd won.

Clarice stared making her way upstairs, but as I turned to join her, I heard something behind me.

Eric.

I turned to see him shrug off my sister and cross the room. He was still naked, his huge cock pointing straight at me... and he looked pissed. Maybe I should've run, but I froze - he was so much bigger than me (in every sense) and I felt like I was a teenager again, about to have my head flushed down the toilet.

When he reached me, he grabbed the shirt I'd hastily thrown on, and lifted me up into the air. One well-placed kick and I probably could've broken his cock in half, but I couldn't. I didn't. There was no way I wanted to risk angering him further.

"Put me down!" I whimpered, struggling against his grip.

"Apologize," he growled, and I immediately obeyed.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm... so sorry, Eric."

He didn't lower me - his arm wasn't even shaking. He was holding me in the air as easily as he would've held a paper doll.

"Not just to me," he said. "You insulted my girlfriend. Apologize."

"I'm... I'm sorry, sis," I squeaked. "I didn't mean to..."

Eric shook me, and I fell silent.

"Yes you did," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't be a fucking pussy, Dweebus. Take responsibility."

"Yes, sir," I said, the words out of my mouth before I even realized what I was saying. I was blushing a furious red - why the fuck had I just called him sir? There was no way I was ever going to live this down.

The only blessing in this situation was that Clarice wasn't here to see it - I couldn't imagine how she'd feel about me after seeing Eric treat me like this. "I'm sorry, Jan. I... I was mad. I was wrong."

"It's okay for her to suck my cock wherever she wants," Eric continued, his eyes burning into mine. I suddenly realized that his cock was between us - he was holding me at arm's length, but when I looked down I could see it. It was still hard. Still huge. I could see it glistening where my sister's mouth had been just moments earlier, and as I watched, a single drop of pre-cum appeared at the slit.

It looked like more fluid than I made in a whole load.

"Say it."

"It's okay for you to... to suck Eric's cock. Wherever you want to."

Eric thought for a moment, then nodded, slowly setting me down onto the stairs. Behind him, I could see my sister - part of me had hoped that she'd look shocked, like her boyfriend's true nature had just been revealed to her.

But instead, to my horror, her eyes were glowing with affection.

With love.

My sister, I swear, had once been a normal girl. But spending time with Eric, spending time with this ape of a man... it had warped her, somehow. Now, she saw hypermasculine acts like this as... attractive.

I shuddered at the thought.

"Go," Eric said, jabbing my shoulder. It wasn't actually that hard, but I was so shaken, I fell backwards on the stairs. "Go, fuck your fiancée while imagining you're going down on another woman."

As I stumbled up the stairs, I could hear the tinkling of my sister's laughter following my ascent.

The staircase only went up a single story, but that night it felt endless. My head was whirring. The sound of my sister's laughter, Eric's eyes as he ordered me to apologize... the complete and utter humiliation I'd felt at the way he'd treated me, the way he'd spoken to me.

I had to get out of there. I had to get Clarice out of here before she started thinking like Jan did.

I had to get both of us out before things got any more fucked up than they were already.

Chapter 6

I was completely out of breath when I got upstairs, but Clarice was sitting up in bed, eagerly waiting for me.

"We have to go," I wheezed, feeling like the only sane character in a horror film. "We have to head back to town."

But my fiancée's reply was like every other horror film stereotype.

"We can't," she said in a whine.

"What?"

She sat up. While I'd been apologizing to my sister and her boyfriend, Clarice had been getting undressed: the thin sheet fell to reveal her naked body, smooth and pale. She looked incredible, as always: her tits were full, round and firm, and her nipples were hard.

Clarice moved the rest of the sheet away. A thin line of moisture ran down her inner thigh, tracing a path towards her sex. She was dripping wet and glistening with arousal.

"I need you to fuck me," she continued. "You were such a tease downstairs..."

"Clarice, we need to go," I said, but my voice wasn't as confident as it had been a few seconds ago. Maybe... maybe I was overreacting, after all.

Yeah, Eric had used his body to intimidate me, but we both knew that I was smarter than him. If I'd used my brain to do the same, there's no way he would've run off in a panic.

And yes, my sister had looked impressed by what he'd done... but he'd been defending her, after all. Clarice would have looked the same if I'd outwitted Eric, I'm sure.

"I want you," my fiancée said, her voice a low purr. "Please."

In the morning, if I still felt like we needed to go, we could go then. There was no advantage to running off in the middle of the night.

Not when Clarice was so drunk.

So drunk, and so horny.

"You promised," she said, tracing one finger down the center of her chest, slowly moving towards her navel.

"I did?"

"Mm-hmm," she said, sliding her fingers down between her legs. "You promised me a spanking."

Right. I had, hadn't I?

And with how drunk Clarice was, I doubted it would take long to finish her.

"Okay," I said. "Yes. Okay. I did promise, after all."

Clarice smiled, bit her lip, and got onto all fours on the bed.

I swear, I'll never get sick of the sight of her like that. Her ass was perfectly round, her tits swayed from side to side, and her pubic hair was as red as the hair on her head.

She was perfect.

I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed beside her.

"Oh god, yes," she sighed as I slowly ran my fingers across her ass. Spanking has never really been my thing - I'm a strict pacifist - but Clarice enjoyed it so much, it was hard not to get into it a little.

She'd often asked me to call her a bad girl, or to tell her that she was a naughty little slut, or to call myself her master and say that she was my property but I had never been able to bring myself to do it. I just didn't see her that way.

Instead, I just admired the view of her perfect form as I spanked her.

Smack!

I always held back a little - I didn't want to hurt her, after all. She'd cry out for me to go harder, but I knew that was just talk. "As hard as you can, I can take it" - that was just Clarice's way of saying she was having a good time, of wanting to feel naughty.

Smack!

I couldn't imagine what it would be like if Eric spanked her. He was so much bigger than me, so much stronger. And there was no way he'd hold back, he just didn't have the same respect for women as I did.

He'd probably do some serious damage to her. No, Clarice was lucky to be with someone as considerate as me.

Smack!

My fiancée's eyes were closed, as they always were when I spanked her. Her butt was wiggling back and forth, and she was muttering under her breath. It'd sometimes take twenty minutes of spanking before she came; it wasn't rare for my arm to get tired, but I did it because she liked it so much.

I loved Clarice, and I'd do anything for her.

Smack!

My entire body tensed. From downstairs, I could hear the sound of my sister's pleasure - apparently she'd moved on from sucking Eric's cock, and was now letting him... take her.

Aside from one accidental glimpse of her ass, I've never seen my sister naked before, of course - thank god! But the bikini she'd been wearing had been so revealing, and (I hated that this was the case) I'd now seen her boyfriend in the nude.

I have a visual imagination, so it was impossible not to imagine it. Jan, bent over the couch, while Eric's naked form stood behind her, pounding into her. He was so big, and while she wasn't tiny (like I said, she's taller than me), it was still hard to imagine that cock sliding inside her.

Like, where would it go?

Even though she's substantially shorter, it was far easier to imagine Eric's thick member sliding inside Clarice. She's got these wide hips, these beautiful curves... she was in front of me on all fours, and it was far easier to visualize Eric fucking her. She'd take his cock so much easier, as she gasped and panted and...

No. I shook my head. God, what was wrong with me?

Smack!

Clarice let out a loud moan as I spanked her, far harder than I meant to. My eyes widened in shock, and I lowered my head to beside hers.

"Honey," I said breathlessly, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."

In response, Clarice just moved her lips to mine, and started kissing me passionately. I tried to ignore the fact that her mouth had been on my cock less than twenty minutes ago (maybe she'd used mouthwash while I'd still been downstairs?) and kissed her back.

The sound of my sister's pleasure got louder, and was soon joined by Eric's. The two of them were moaning in concert, with zero concern for anyone who could be hearing them.

Not surprising, really, considering what we'd walked in on them down. God, I don't think I'll ever forget the sight of his cock fucking my little sister's face.

"God, babe, you're so hard," Clarice moaned, and I blushed slightly.

"Because of you, babe," I mumbled in response.

"Fuck me," she ordered. "I want to feel you inside me."

I grabbed a condom and positioned myself behind her. I didn't normally fuck Clarice from this angle (I love her ass, but I prefer to look at her face when we're making love) so it took me a few strokes to get into it. The room was filled with the happy groans of my fiancée... and the cries of pleasure from the couple downstairs.

"Gonna cum!" I gasped after just a few minutes, and - for the second time that day - Clarice surprised me by interrupting my orgasm. Shifting her hips, I felt my cock fall out of her wetness, and just like that morning, her hand gripped the base of my cock, preventing me from cumming.

"Honey..." I begged, but there was a wicked, lustful look in her eyes.

"Did you put any more thought into an open relationship?" she asked, and I shook my head honestly. Since it had been brought up, the day had been so busy... I'd barely had time to breathe, let alone consider a fundamental shift in our dynamic.

"Well," she continued, think about it now.

I did. It didn't take long.

"I don't want to share you," I asserted confidently. "I... I can't do that, honey."

"Really?" she smirked, loosening her grip and stroking my condom-clad cock. "You don't like the idea of seeing me with another man?"

My cock twitched, and my eyes widened.

"N-no," I asserted.

"Because I think you do," she said. I could barely hear her over the screams of pleasure from downstairs, as my sister came on Eric's huge member once more. "I think you like the idea of watching someone else fuck me."

"I don't," I said insistently. "I swear."

"I think you're turned on by the idea of watching a huge cock slide inside me," she said, as if I'd never replied. "I think you like the idea of watching someone pound into me, until they cum inside me."

Her hand returned to the base of my cock, and I realized that if she hadn't, I would've cum.

Because of the sight in front of me, I assured myself. Clarice was so sexy - her red hair was matted against her head, and her breasts were so big, her nipples so hard...

"I think you want to watch someone stretch out my pussy," she went on, her voice breathy with lust. "You want to watch a huge cock fuck me without a condom. You want to watch them cum inside me. Then, you want to move between my legs... and lick it out."

For a moment I thought her hand hadn't been enough, that I'd involuntarily get off (at how much she was enjoying the dirty talk, of course) despite her tight grip. But the moment passed. I could hear Eric's grunts, my sister's moans, and my own heartbeat, so loud that I swear they could have heard it downstairs.

"Say it," Clarice insisted.

"N-no..."

"Say it," she said again, biting her lip, looking up at me.

It was just dirty talk, I told myself. It was just for her. I didn't want it, I was just saying whatever would get my fiancée off. Because I loved her. Because I wanted her to have a good time.

"Yes," I gasped, hoping that my confession would be enough, that my fiancée would let me cum.

But it seemed we weren't done yet.

"I knew it," she grinned. Her whole face had lit up as the word left my mouth, and her other hand had moved between my legs. "I knew you wanted that."

"No," I protested weakly, but it was too late. I never should have given in. I never should have lied to her.

My cock was throbbing with need as I watched Clarice play with herself, staring up at me with lust in her eyes. For the second time that night, I cursed dirty talk - it was nothing but trouble.

"I want to be in an open relationship," she said, her hand moving furiously between her legs. "I want to explore being with other girls. You want to share me with other girls, don't you?"

I had to admit, that was true. The idea of Brigid and Clarice kneeling in front of me entered my mind once more. What male doesn't fantasize about having two women? Especially two as perfect as my fiancée and her friend.

Before I even realized, I'd nodded.

"You want to watch me go down on other girls."

Nod.

"You want me to watch as another girl sucks your cock."

Nod.

"You know I love you."

I froze. This was such a shift from dirty talk, I wasn't sure how to react. But after a brief pause... I nodded.

"I love you so much," Clarice said. There was a 'slick, slick, slick' noise coming from her kitty, joining the cacophony of sexual sounds filling the room. "Our relationship is so strong. No matter what I do with other people, you know it's you I love. Right?"

"Right," I said, my voice raspy. Clarice's hand had started moving up and down my cock again, softly, not enough to get me off... but enough to keep me excited.

"I want an open relationship," she said once more, staring into my eyes. Her face was filled with lust; a flush had spread down her neck, to the top of her huge tits. I'd never seen my fiancée this excited. "Say you do too."

I didn't say a word. I couldn't. Her hand sped up, stroking me like only she knew how, bringing me to the brink of pleasure... and then slowing down before I could reach it.

I'd cum more in the last few days than I normally did in a week, but I could still feel the haze of lust clouding my thinking. I hadn't even had a drop of alcohol, but I still felt giddy, lightheaded.

"Say it," she repeated, but this time with a slight edge to her tone. "Please, honey. Say yes. Say you want to share me."

Her hand was driving me insane, milking me. My head was filled with images of Clarice with other women, sharing my fiancée with her hottest friends.

"Please, honey," she begged once more. "I need this."

All of a sudden, I was hit with clarity. My fiancée was bisexual, she'd admitted it to me in the cafe. She'd been willing to put that part of herself aside for me, to never be with a woman. She'd agreed to hiding part of her identity, for me. That was how much she loved me.

That's why this was so important to her. That's why she was being so insistent. She wasn't asking to cheat on me, or to be with another man.

She wanted to be with a woman. She wanted to see what that was like. I had to let her get it out of her system, but I didn't want to lose her. I couldn't lose her.

"Say it," she repeated, and a smile spread across my face.

"Yes," I moaned, and Clarice let out a squeal of delight. "Yes, honey. We can try an open relationship."

I watched as my fiancée released my cock, moving her hand to her tit, pulling at her nipple hard - probably harder than she realized, in her drunkenness. She'd be sore tomorrow, I was sure.

I watched with delight as Clarice came, as she tensed up and cried out. Her whole body shook, and her soft moans were music to my ears, loud enough to rival the copulating pair downstairs.

Then, with a gasp, she fell back onto the bed. The room was silent for a moment, save for the gentle moans of my sister downstairs.

I waited for her to sit up again and thank me, to move her hands (or her mouth) back to my cock and finish me. I was still so hard, so worked up, so ready for release...

But after a few moments, the gentle snores made me realize: she'd fallen asleep.

I couldn't help but smile. I took the condom off, threw it in the trash, and cuddled up against my naked fiancée, running my fingers through her hair before slowly drifting off to sleep.