Lust, Guilt, Entrapment Ch. 03

The door cracked open, and I heard the footsteps recede. She wanted me to open the door and come in. I didn't wait.

As soon as the door closed my sister came bounding around the corner. She'd been keeping out of sight. There was no question why -- she was dressed for sex. The footsteps I'd heard were six-inch heels. She was actually a little taller than me! Her legs were wrapped in fishnet stockings. There were no panties, but lace teased at the tummy and breasts I so wanted to see. Good thing the lace stopped well below her areola. A lace collar wrapped around her neck. Her makeup plainly stated that elegant, sophisticated women sometimes needed dick more than air.

I only had a fraction of a second to take all this in. She wrapped herself around me, and I was quickly out of breath from the pressure and the kisses she was giving me.

"Hello little sister" I said as soon as I was allowed to control my own mouth.

"I need you inside me!" she begged. She pulled me toward the bed. I resisted, only because it's easier to get undressed when you're standing. She lay back with her legs spread, licking her lips.

I crawled up her body, leaving a solid line of precum where my dick traced the contours of her leg. I started to settle in to taste her but she gasped "later!" and pulled me up.

We kissed again, and my drooling helmet felt her underneath me.

"Whether you saved it or not I want your cock!"

"I did little sister. Big brother saved his cum for you."

"Oh I want it so fucking bad!" she said. If I'd harbored any doubts her hips would have dispelled them. She virtually folded herself in half to take me inside her. I felt her lips, then her entrance, and then she was taking me into her core. I was inside my sister. She was underneath me, open but amazingly tight.

"I've been exercising ever since we texted. Do you like it big brother? Tell me you love your little sister's vagina!"

"You feel incredible" I gasped, and it was no exaggeration.

"I have a confession to make -- it's really not fair" she gasped.

"What is it?" I managed to grunt out.

"I asked you to wait but I've rubbed it four or five times a day since we talked. I've been so fucking horny!"

"I forgive you" I said. I might not have twenty-four hours earlier, but she chose the right time to tell me -- just after I penetrated her incredibly sexy body.

"Thank you big brother" she whispered. She was still working her hips incredibly fast. It was really hard to get a good rhythm going, but I was willing to sacrifice a few style points. At least until her initial frantic energy wore off. It did, but not until after she orgasmed underneath me. Even as turned on as I was, I wondered how I was going to explain the bite mark.

When her gyrations slowed, she said "that was incredible, cumming on my big brother's cock. Please fuck your little sister, okay?"

I quickly got a good pace, and she matched it. She was calmer, more controlled, but still incredibly aroused by our unprotected, incestuous mating. I held her face in my hands and rocked inside her. I knew I wasn't going to last long, but I was also more confident than I'd been in years that round two was inevitable. I kissed one nipple, then gently moved my mouth to the newly pierced nipple. She screamed, and orgasmed again underneath me.

I let her finish, then began moving very slowly inside her. I wanted as much time inside my sister as I could possibly get.

"Being inside you is -- there are no words, my little sister. There are no words to describe how good it feels to be in your body."

"I've wanted to feel it -- feel you inside me -- for so fucking long. Do you know how many guys I dated because they looked like you, or reminded me of you?"

"I had no fucking idea sis. Little sister."

"Big brother, tell me where your dick is."

"My dick is in the tightest, sexiest pussy on earth -- my little sister's pussy. Susan's pussy."

"Do you like what I wore for you big brother?"

"You look incredible. You are so fucking sexy."

"I love that you asked me to pierce my nipple for you. I felt like it was you sliding into my body."

"Did it --"

"Oh it hurt like hell. They offered to numb me but I wanted to feel it. I wanted to show you I'd do what you asked -- told me to -- no matter what. I'm glad it hurt big brother." She gave her nipple a little tweak.

Honestly I felt bad about that. She must have seen it on my face. I wasn't too focused on maintaining a poker face while I mated with my sister.

"Oh, please don't feel bad, here!" She flexed inside herself, and I gasped.

"That's what I want to see -- nothing but pleasure. I want you to know that if I'm being sexy for you, if I'm pleasing you, if you're inside me... I'm happy. Incredibly happy."

I continued moving inside her. She wrapped herself around me, her beautiful chest heaving underneath me as she took deep breaths. The connection was intense. Our bodies rocked in time with each other. We were perfectly in synch. I felt her stockings as her thighs moved under me. I got glimpses of her high heels as she moved her legs. I watched as she fondled her breasts, teasing her nipples. But most of all I watched her eyes.

They fluttered with pleasure when I pushed unusually deep inside her. She closed them when she needed an extra deep breath. When she did, I studied her lashes. And when those lashes rose, her eyes stared into mine.

I began to move faster inside my sister. She gasped, but then she tried to crawl out from under me. "Hold on big brother."

She pulled me to the side of the bed, and knelt on the floor in front of me. "Let me taste you. I want to taste us both together." And I was in her mouth. She moved at the waist. She was sucking me, working to get all the flavors, all of our fluids off my cock and into her mouth. Her sucking was like a compulsion. She had to be as close to my cock as she could, and sucking me let her be there. Her lips were tightly sealed around my shaft. Her tongue worked my hardon, slithering and rubbing inside the heat of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed on every upstroke. They stayed molded to me as she descended, sheathing my dick in her mouth and throat. I never felt her hands. One was between her legs, and the other was working her breasts. She looked up frequently, and I could see she was enjoying the pleasure she saw in my face.

I let her suck for quite a while. We were both loving it. But it was time for a change. I pulled her up and worked my way back on the bed. I pulled her down onto me, feeling her breasts press against my body. I watched her pierced nipple rub against me. I kissed her, then guided her to continue on. Soon I had her just where I wanted her; straddling my face.

The slick lips kissed mine. Her aromas washed over me. I hoped they were soaking into my hair, into my skin, into my nose. I wanted to smell like her, to carry the scent of her desire with me forever. I kissed my sister's vagina. She was a bit self-conscious at first. She held herself higher than I wanted. I had to flex and stretch to reach the delicious, incestuous pussy hovering over my face. I didn't rush her, I used my tongue to get her good and worked up. Then I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her down. The moan she released as she settled firmly onto my mouth was almost as delicious as her sweet snatch.

I explored her with my tongue, tasting her, feeling her taut lips as I licked and kissed. I made love to her with my tongue, while I rubbed her clit with my nose. She heaved and undulated above me, riding my face like it was her mount. And it was. I loved having her on my face, I loved pleasuring her, hearing her pleasure. Tasting her lust, her desire. Her first orgasm started when I reached up and fondled her breasts. She flooded my face. My sister, my closest family member bathed me in her passion.

I kept right on going. I licked deeply while she screamed and shook. When she calmed down I slowly licked up her valley. I put the tip of my tongue on her clit and began to tease it. Her deep gasp told me how much she loved what my wet tongue was doing. I wrapped my lips around the sweet little pearl and hummed. She almost fell off my face. She caught herself, gathered her strength, and arced her back. She was leaning as far back as she could. I felt her hair sweep over my erection. The silky touch was an unexpected delight, but I didn't let it distract me from Susan's clit. I licked and kissed and adored it with all the passion her mouth had shown for my cock. I love eating pussy, and this was the first time I'd ever gotten to show off for my sister. I wanted to impress her. I wanted her to remember this, and need more of it.

I focused on her clit for a long time. She had lost any inhibition, any hesitancy about what we were doing. She ground herself against my chin as I pleasured her button. I wondered how sore my jaw was going to be the next day. I caught myself thinking "I hope I feel it all day -- I want an inescapable reminder of this moment to stick with me as long as possible." Then it hit me -- maybe this was how she'd felt about the piercing. That made me feel better. I reached up to gently stroke the pierced nipple. I had to push her fingers out of the way to do it.

I took my other hand and worked it around my chin, sliding two fingers up into her. I couldn't get very deep, but she gasped when I realized I could get just deep enough to feel that rough patch on the front of her passage. I was licking her clit and rubbing her g-spot.

The second orgasm put the first to shame. I honestly worried she'd dislocate my fingers. I did my best to keep them attached to my hand without failing her and losing contact with that magical little button inside her pussy. This was one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever given a woman and I was not going to mess it up!

"Yes big brother yes big brother yes big brother oh my fucking CUNT!" Her body gushed and quivered and clenched around my endangered fingers. I was high on the scent of her pussy, her climax.

When she slumped forward I was buried under the softness of her tummy. Not for long though. I crawled out from under her and took a moment to appreciate the beautiful female form that was my sister. I slid myself up the length of her body. My knob tapped at her slit.

"Oh yes big brother -- more." I worked my hips. She was so wet from her climaxes I penetrated her just a little. After a few minutes I got off. "Come here little sister."

She got up and I sat on the edge of the bed. She thought I wanted more of her mouth, but pulled her into my lap. Our bodies the way lovers' should. I was back inside her. I was forced even deeper inside when I hooked my arms under her thighs.

She cried out in amazement when I stood up. It wasn't easy, but I lift weights regularly so I was pretty confident. It got easier when she looped her arms around my neck and took some of the weight off my arms. She wasn't a big girl or anything, but picking up another person entirely on your own isn't trivial.

I stood beside the bed with my sister in my arms. I was deep inside her. We were fucking intensely, passionately. All I had to do was rock a bit, bounce a bit, and her body was impaled on my erection. We held each other tight as I pushed incredibly deep inside her.

"Oh god I love your dick -- you're my ultimate lover big brother!"

"You're mine little sister. My little sister is incredible. I wish we'd done this decades ago little sister. Fuck, your pussy!"

"You are fucking my pussy."

I chuckled, but I didn't have too much breath to spare for talking or laughter. I knew I'd have to set her down soon. I turned around, and realized anything besides standing still, any motion of my legs, resulted in deep, sensuous movement inside my sister. Wish I'd figured that out earlier, I'd have done a few laps around the room. But now I had to set her down. I placed her ass on the bed and rocked forward. We ended up with me between her legs as she lay back. We'd managed to complete the transition without uncoupling.

My control was slipping. I had been working hard to drag this out as long as possible, but my body needed to take this to its natural conclusion. I needed to flood her the way she'd flooded my face. I started fucking. I fucked my sister, deep and hard.

"Oh fuck yes big brother, fuck me, oh, that dick oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK!" Holy shit, she was cumming again! My dick surged at the thought. It was a minor quake compared to her last orgasm, but we both enjoyed it. She rushed it, and I soon figured out why. She twisted, and I found myself on my back. She slammed herself down a few times, then slid down my body.

She sucked me back into her mouth. Clearly she wanted to swallow me again. I had been imagining how it would feel to fill her pussy, but she wanted to taste me. Badly. One hand caressed my balls as the other worked the only bit of shaft that wasn't filling her mouth. I did not last long.

The first jet of sperm caught her a bit by surprise; a little gob leaked from the side of her mouth. She recovered quickly, redoubling the suction and sealing her lips even tighter around my shaft. She sucked. She swallowed. She fed on my orgasm with uncontrolled passion. I fucked her mouth, holding her head in my hands and she worked with me to take me as deeply as possible.

My sister drank my sperm. She didn't stop until she was sure every possible drop had been sucked out of my body. I lay gasping underneath her. She laid her head on my hip, staring at the cock she'd just swallowed like it was her last meal.

"Holy fuck. Holy fuck little sister."

"Mmm, thank you big brother. I fucking love it -- your little sister loves it when you cum in my mouth. I love feeling you coat my mouth, feeding me. Feeling your cream go down my throat, into my body forever. Fuck I love swallowing my big brother!"

We lay like that, silent and still, for quite a while. The feeling of her skin, her lace, her hair on my body was wonderful. I lost track of time. I may have dozed off for a few minutes.

I felt her mouth draw me in again. She was ready. I found out I was too. Her head bobbed. Then her hand replaced her tongue and lips.

"Carl, you are amazing. I wish we'd started this years ago. I love giving myself to you big brother. Are -- will -- can we keep doing this?"

"Being with you is mind blowing little sister. Let's do this as much as we can -- do you remember our agreement?"

She nodded.

"I think it will work. I sure hope so. We have to make it work."

"You're right. Here." She started sucking me again, and as soon as I was good and hard she climbed on top of me. I slipped into her vagina, and once again we were mating. She rocked slowly on top of me.

"I want to make sure we can keep doing this big brother. So here's what I want us to do. Bear with me, okay?"

"Okay..."

"Go home and fuck Melissa just as hard as you just fucked me. We said if we make our spouses happy, then this all makes sense, right? You fucking her means we are fine, we can keep going. So go pound her senseless. It will be like you're doing it to me, because keeping her happy means we can do this again." She ground down onto me. "Many, many times big brother."

She slid off me, and moved her mouth back to my wet phallus. She sucked, then pulled away.

"Go make love to your wife baby."

"Susan, I really wanted us to go again. I mean I really wanted to!" I moved my cock back between her legs. I was rubbing through the wetness between her legs. "Does that feel good little sister?"

"Fuck yes it does, and I'm going to want a lot more of it, so go make sure that happens!"

She was right, and I knew it. I also knew that I could channel the desire to fuck my sister again into one hell of a romp with Melissa. And I did want to make her happy. And keep fucking my sister.

So I got dressed, kissed Susan goodbye, and headed home. I could hear Susan moaning and rubbing as I closed the door behind me.

When I opened the door I was greeted with "hi baby!" from the hallway.

"Hi! Are you okay? You sound a bit..."

"Congested? Yeah, just some allergies. Welcome home!"

My wife looked so pretty as she almost danced into the room. The light little sun dress might have been a bit tight up top, but I wasn't complaining. The fabric was almost sheer, and the gentle swell of her hips called to me. Loudly.

"Come here baby" I said, and kissed her deeply. I had both hands full of ass when I realized I hadn't done a damn thing to clean up from the vaginal shower my sister had given my face. Melissa had to be tasting her. I tensed up.

But Melissa kept right on kissing me. Her hand were rubbing my zipper. If she noticed anything, she sure didn't show it!

"Wow baby, what's gotten into you? Whatever it is I love it!" she said between kisses. Yeah, that made me feel pretty guilty.

And turned on. In fact, I was almost worried how much it turned me on.

"Fuck, you're so big! Come on!" she said, and pulled me to the bedroom. I didn't make her work for it. She pulled down my pants and said "I'm gonna do my best -- it's easier when I'm not congested baby, sorry."

She did her best all right. I quickly forgot to be worried about what my dick smelled like as she sucked me into a rock hard state of arousal. Well, further arousal. She grabbed my ass and pulled me into her face. She almost face fucked herself with my erection! I ran my fingers through her long, silky hair and let her do what she was clearly enjoying very much.

"Marry me" I moaned.

"You're already married mister" she said with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But I still want you to fuck me."

I pulled her up, kissed her, and threw her onto the bed. She spread herself for me, expecting me to climb on. Her eyes got wide when she saw that my mouth was going to work next.

She gasped. She tasted amazing. I gave her a lot more reasons to gasp. She grabbed my head and worked her pelvis, taking all the tongue I could give her. Melissa didn't like tongue penetration nearly as much as she liked having her clit licked, so that's where I focused. She was panting and moaning loudly, twisting her nipples as I spelled out six volumes of erotic poetry on her clit. When she'd get loud, and her clit would get harder, I'd back off just a little, enough to slow the train down but not to derail it.

"Oh baby, I fucking love your tongue. Holy shit. That's it, don't stop, don't you fucking stop!"

She reached back and stroked me while she rode my tongue. It felt really good, but I tried to maintain my focus between my wife's lips. I gently gripped her with my mouth and hummed. She gasped and said "Oh god yes, right there!" I kept going, doing everything I could think of to keep her clit pulsing with bliss. She slowed her gyrations, not wanting to miss a single second of what my mouth was doing. I felt her tense and backed off a bit.

She wasn't having it this time. She grabbed a fistful of my hair and tried to keep my mouth right where she wanted it. I growled, and she released her grip. But I also decided to stop teasing. I really went for it. I gripped her clit in my lips, and ran my tongue over the tip, humming and moaning as she sang her need at the top of her lungs. The neighbors were going to know how happy she was! My face was bathed for the second time that afternoon.

When she finished, she slid down my body and kissed me.

"Fuck, I love tasting pussy on your face baby. Nothing says 'married to a stud' like a face full of snatch. But now I need a snatch full of you!"

She slid herself onto me. I was in my wife, and she was the second pussy I'd felt that day!

"Oh baby I love your pussy!" I moaned.

"Still? You aren't bored with me after all these years?"

"Does it feel like I'm bored?" I said, thrusting upward with everything I had. I may have overdone it. Melissa almost lost her balance. I saved her with a tight grip on her waist.

"Whew, that was close! If I get on my back will you pound me that hard?"

"Whatever the lady wants" I said with a smile.

"The lady wants you to suck her nipples" she said, pressing the breasts I loved into my face. I moved inside her as I sucked her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, and I wondered how she'd react if I asked her to pierce one. Or both. I nipped at one with my teeth, and a shudder of pleasure swept over Melissa's body.

"Come on baby, I want you on top of me!" She rolled over and grabbed her tits, but she pressed her thighs together. I climbed on, but she pretended to be shy, laughing as she twisted her waist and legs. She kept playing with her tits though, stroking them and pinching her nipples.

"Why mister, what are you doing!?" she teased. "I'm a good girl, but I'm getting all creamy!"

She expected me to force her, I was sure of it. I didn't want to be predictable though. I had a better idea.

"Are you all creamy? Wow. I wonder why" I said, and began licking behind her ear. I pressed my wet meat against her thigh. She moaned as I ran my fingertips over her mound, pressing lightly into the only body I'd been with for years and years. Until recently.

I began kissing her neck, and brought my hand up over her tummy, slowly circling her breasts.

"You're a good girl? That's so nice. We mustn't tempt the good girl..." My circling fingers barely brushed the slope of her breast. She moaned, and twisted to get my fingers onto her glorious feminine mounds. I was almost chewing on her neck by now, stopping to blow a warm stream of air over her ear.

I made a few more laps around her breast, then began to circle on her breast, starting at the edge and moving in, very slowly. She moaned, and her hand began stroking her own hip. I was really getting to her. I moved my mouth over her neck, kissing and inching along until I was on the front of her throat. My hand brushed her nipple, and she gasped. I checked, and her legs were still together, but her fingers were burrowing between them.

I moved up, still kissing and licking, and lightly ran my tongue over her lips. She reached for me, but I backed off and licked again. My fingers were circling her nipple now, brushing it but never breaking contact. I kissed her, hard, and pinched her nipple. She would have cried out if my mouth hadn't been covering hers. I kissed, then moved down and placed a firm, sucking kiss on her throat.

The motion gave me a chance to see what her hand was doing. Her legs were still together but her hand was working harder. I pinched her nipple and forced my tongue into her mouth. Her legs flew apart, and her hand dove.

I moved quickly, wanting to catch her off guard. She realize what was happening until I was already partway inside her. As my body filled hers, grinding together, she orgasmed on my dick. She mauled her breasts as her body spasmed underneath me. I felt her muscles ripple around me as I drove myself in and out of my wife's body.

When the fluttering inside her washed away, I pulled back out. I had to taste her. All I could think about was pressing my face against her delicious womanhood. She protested until she saw me moving into position. She pulled my hips to bring me to her mouth. I slid into her throat as I tasted her satisfaction. Her mouth and her throat showed me she had even more satisfaction in mind. I wiped her body on my face, then put my tongue to work. I concentrated on her clit, and pressed my nose into her opening. I wished I could press even more of myself into her. Immersing my nose in her amazing natural aromas was driving me crazy. I licked and nosed her while slowly moving my cock in and out of her mouth. She stroked my hips and ass, clearly loving everything we were doing.

I shifted, taking my nose out of her and replacing it with my fingers. They reached much deeper inside her, and I could immediately tell how much she loved that. Her sucking got even more enthusiastic. I was sawing my fingers in and out of her, and she began rocking her hips. Wildly. The next thing I knew, one of my fingers was gripped even more tightly than the others. Holy shit, I had a finger up my wife's ass! And she wasn't freaking out! She'd never shown any interest, and honestly I hadn't really tried to see if she would.

She moaned, and I couldn't tell if it was from the new penetration, or my tongue on her clit. Maybe it was that I'd started making love to her mouth more deeply without even realizing it. I reset my hips to 'deep but gentle' mode, and worked harder on her clit. And her pussy. And her asshole.

I read her responses, using the unconscious feedback to maximize her pleasure. It worked. I actually pulled out of her mouth at the last minute. I sometimes grind me teeth or clench my jaw during orgasm, and Melissa might too. I kept up all the other stimulation, trying to make the best of her orgasm. Her mouth was empty now, and a song of lust and release emerged, inspiring me.

Soon she was pulling at me, panting, demanding. "Inside me, now -- I need that dick!"

"Holy shit is she hot!" I thought to myself as I slid into my wife. "How did I end up fucking her sister, and my sister when I am married to Melissa?" The question came to me, followed quickly by the word "whisky." Tammy had gotten me tipsy then seduced me. Her subsequent actions made it clear that it had all been deliberate.

My subsequent orgasms had made it clear I wasn't nearly as good a husband as I'd wanted to be. I also wanted to keep fucking both of them -- especially my sister. The guilt welled up again, and I quickly decided -- or convinced myself -- that whatever else was going on, there was no way I shouldn't give her my best.

My wife's body gripped me. She stared up at me with adoration and desire.

"You -- wow -- oh yes! Yes! In my pussy! Yes!"

I was no longer holding back. I was driving hard, watching my wife's body respond to the impacts of my hips between her legs, my cock deep inside her. So many orgasms over the our years together, so much of me pumped into her. I was summing them all up, and pledging to continue no matter what. Every thrust was an intense connection -- tinged with guilt for me, but I hoped it was pure pleasure for her.

I pumped. I surged. I detonated. My legs kicked at the mattress as I tried to force myself deeper and deeper into my wife. She wanted that too, and spread her legs as widely as she could.

"Yes, yes, fill me, give it to me baby!" She worked her hips as I ground myself into her, spurting and flooding her. Her body felt familiar, precious, and somehow new. Exciting. I pumped myself into her, and I felt her body clasped around me, taking what I was giving her.

I was a bastard, I had seriously disappointed myself, but I could still rock my wife's world. I was learning to cope, and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I held Mellissa to me.

"We're trying to get together again, eh Frank?"

"You're still the best, Lola!"

We sometimes called each other Frank and Lola, from a Jimmy Buffet song. The song is about reconciliation, and of course it made me wonder. Would we need to reconcile? Would we be able to? I dreamed about a blonde stranger that night.

The next morning I got up, stumbled to the bathroom, and started brushing my teeth. My arm froze as I looked in the mirror. I still had a mark -- Susan had bit my shoulder! Fuck! At least it wasn't two rows of teeth. It was sort of a bruise. Melissa must have seen it. Hadn't she? I went back to the bedroom and grabbed a t-shirt. Melissa didn't wake up. I went back to the bathroom and resumed my brushing.

I was almost finished when Melissa marched into the bathroom.

"We need to talk mister. Now."

"No good morning?" I stalled for time.

"Are you okay with what you did? Really?"

"Well, you know baby-"

"I. Have. My. Limits."

"Of course, sheesh, we've been --"

"I'm glad you pushed them last night. I mean, I'm not sure I'm ready to take the rod back there, but a finger actually -- well it felt pretty good."

Holy shit, she was talking about the finger that slipped into the starfish! Not tasting my sister on me, and not the hickey. Just the finger. I actually laughed, and so did she.

"Baby, that was a total mistake. I -- we were just -- it just kind of happened!"

"Oooh, you didn't -- ah, I see. Well it wasn't a bad mistake. It was actually pretty... pretty good." She looked down sheepishly and kind of blushed. I hadn't seen her in that condition in a long, long time. I pulled her to me and kissed her. It was sweet, and very loving, and very clear that only one of us had already bushed their teeth.

"Sorry, I'll brush them now."

I grinned. "It's okay, I just had to kiss you. I love you Lola."

"I love you Frank!"

The weeks and months went by. I saw Tammy every week or two. Most weeks I found a way to get together with Susan at least once. Twice, every now and then. I felt years younger. Melissa and I were more active too. I hadn't had this much sex since we were newlyweds! The guilt faded -- or I got better at lying to myself about it. It would hit me every now and then, but I had my mental tools for dealing with it.

My niece's graduation was tough. It was a big event, almost a family reunion. Hannah was a great girl -- Susan and her husband were so proud of her! She was really smart, and wanted to be a lawyer. I felt a little awkward being around her father, but Tammy quietly told me I was doing a good job acting comfortable, and that helped me relax.

Melissa and I had gotten her a laptop to take with her to college. She was overjoyed -- she gave Melissa big hug, and when I got mine I also got a shock. My little niece had grown up! I hugged her and tried to keep it from turning into anything besides an uncle hugging his niece. Over her shoulder, I saw Susan watching us. She was smiling, and of course I smiled back.

A little later Susan pulled me aside. "I need to swallow you. I really want more, but it would be too risky. Follow me."

She pulled me up to her bedroom. The walk-in closet was perfect. She lifted her long skirt and pulled off her panties. "Just for a minute, then my mouth!" she whispered seductively.

She bent over as I dropped my pants. My cock was ready immediately. I could smell her need -- fuck, I wanted to lick her so badly but we didn't have the time! So I slipped my erection into my sister's vagina. We both moaned quietly as my swollen dick stretched her wet body. I gave her several thrusts, really getting into it. Not for long, though. Susan turned, knelt, and drew me deeply into her mouth. I would have kept fucking, but holy hell could my sister suck dick!

She was in a hurry. She sealed her lips and bobbed. The suction was amazing. She stroked my balls as her mouth worked my knob and shaft. I looked down at her as my sister made love to me with her mouth. Every stroke, every little moan of pleasure showed her passion.

"Good girl little sister, your big brother is going to feed you soon" I said quietly.

Her answering moan around my dick felt amazing. Normally I'd have worked to hold off, but this was a big party. So I worked to give her my cum. She moaned again and I got there; my dick throbbed, my balls flexed and I was feeding my little sister. She stared up at me as she drank my orgasm. I loved how much she adored swallowing me. I ran my fingers through her hair as my semen filled her mouth.

As I finished, she got up, bent over, and said "got a couple more pumps in ya?" I think she wanted to know I was coated with her for the rest of the party. We were joined for a little longer, then she adjusted her clothes.

"Wait a couple of minutes before you come out of... the bedroom" she said with a smile. I barely heard her, staring at my little sister who was also such an incredible lover.

"Carl?"

"Wait a few minutes, yeah, makes sense." I said.

She walked out and into the hallway. I heard her say "Oh, hi Hannah, what are you doing?"

"The downstairs bathroom was full."

"Are you enjoying your party?"

"So much mom! Hey, I --"

"Got it, I'll see you downstairs."

Whew. She hadn't asked Susan what she'd been doing. I listened carefully. We'd never been caught, and I wanted to keep it that way.

I heard a door close, and figured that was my chance. I walked out into the hall and almost ran into Hannah! It was worse than that; she was bent over doing something to one of her shoes. I almost rubbed my cock on her head! I suddenly regretted that last dip in my sister's -- her mother's -- pussy. Would she notice? I'd lost my balance a bit because of the surprise, and we were sort of stuck there in the hall. Sometimes if you don't move right away, it seems very deliberate and weird, you know? Or maybe I just wanted to be close to her. Where was the aversion to impropriety that had -- well, it had failed me with Tammy, but it wasn't going to fail me this time. It was just fucking absent.

"Hi Uncle Carl! Thank you again for the laptop, I'm sooo grateful! Hey, what are you doing up here?'

"Your mother was showing me some baby pictures -- she's pretty sentimental right now" I said, congratulating myself for the quick thinking.

Hannah kept working her shoe. I suddenly pictured her turning her head and kissing my zipper. Kissing under my zipper.

"Uh, do you need any help Hannah?" I asked.

"Thanks Uncle Carl, I've got it." She took a deep breath. Had she caught that forbidden aroma? "But if I can ever do anything for you, just say the word, uncle!"

"Oh, uh"

"You know, once I'm a big shot lawyer -- nobody works harder than family, and we'd have complete confidentiality!"

She suddenly stood up and hugged me. I had no time to prepare; my erection was pressed between us. There was no way she had missed it. But if she was focused on that, it might distract her from wondering about her mother and me. So I didn't pull back. If anything, I pressed myself against her a bit harder.

"Mmm, you're a fantastic uncle, Uncle Carl. You make me wish I had an awesome brother like mommy does."

If I hadn't already disappeared for a while I might have tried to see where this could go! Sadly, I had already been out of sight for too long, thanks to my rendezvous with my little sister. So I had to break away, or I'd be gone for a lot longer!

"I'd better be getting back to the party Hannah -- and so should you, you're the one everyone wants (tiny pause) to see today!"

"I guess you're right Uncle Carl. Thank you for coming, though -- no one else means more to me. Having you help me celebrate makes this so special!"

She turned to head back to the party, and I swear her hand brushed across my zipper. Quick, light, and electric.

The party broke up a while later, without any further incident. Or orgasms. Melissa was a bit sleepy when we got home. She took a nap, and I took a run to think. Mostly I thought about my niece. Had she really said what I remembered her saying? Had she suspected her mother and me? Had she smelled us? And had she meant those comments to get me turned on? Was my niece, still a couple of months from turning nineteen, seriously flirting with me?

I was twice her age. I quickly decided it was all in my head. I was still foggy from feeding my sister. From cumming in her mother's mouth. From watching as Hannah's mother swallowed my sperm. Everything was sensual to me in that state of mind. That had to be it.

She sure was a sexy little thing though.

I kept on fucking my sister every chance I got. Tammy too, but by then that was because she was blackmailing me. It felt good physically, but I could have cut that off at any time. Not Susan. I was seriously addicted to my sister, and her body. I even initiated visits, many times. My sister was my lover. We kept up our agreement regarding our spouses. I honestly thought that if she'd had to fill out a questionnaire Melissa would have said our marriage was stronger and better than ever. We touched more, we had sex more often, and we were doing more of those little "I'm thinking of you" gestures that can mean so much.

So things continued. I had seen Hannah once or twice, never one on one though. Always with other family right there. I noticed what she was wearing more than I ever had, and I almost thought she was dressing a bit more provocatively than she had been. But nothing I could be sure of.

Then, in early August, I had to go out of town for a few days. I'd be leaving on Sunday, coming back the following Wednesday. Work trip, nowhere special, but far enough away that I couldn't get home for the weekend. Melissa complained, but not too much; I didn't have to do this often.

Susan complained a lot. At least she did when I first told her. She made me fuck her twice, pulling me to her mouth both times, swallowing like she did every time I penetrated her body. That seemed to help. When we had both climaxed she calmed down. As the weeks before the trip passed, she kept asking questions. Was there any chance I'd have to stay longer? Where was I staying? Did the hotel have a bar? Was I going to pick up women at the bar? What would the work hours be like?

Her husband never traveled for work, so she was pretty curious about all of it. And of course both of our sex lives would be seriously interrupted.

"I'm gonna wear you out when you get back!" she warned me.

"Glad to know I have something to look forward to -- something amazing!"

Melissa drove me to the airport, kissed me goodbye and told me to hurry back. I trudged through the check-in, flight, rental car, finding the hotel, the whole routine. The whole time I was wishing that Susan or Melissa would be waiting for me when I got to my room.

It was empty. I settled in, let Melissa know I'd arrived, then notified Susan too. I got some dinner, and received a few very erotic photos from Susan just before I crawled into bed. Stroking off to my sister's pussy and breasts definitely helped me fall asleep.

The days became a treadmill, and they passed quickly and all too slowly. The high point of the week was the night Melissa called me up to tell me exactly what she felt like doing. She'd never done that before. The last... was it a year now, since Tammy bought that bottle of scotch and changed several lives? Melissa and I both slept well that night. I gathered up the extra pillows and held them.

The next day was Friday. It draaaaaagged. I was tired from the week of work, and I knew I had a boring weekend ahead of me. There wasn't much to do that interested me in that city, and you can only watch so much TV.

I finished work, headed back to the hotel, and took a shower, just for the hell of it. As I was toweling myself dry, there was a knock on the door! I wondered if someone we delivering room service to the wrong room. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed to the door. Another knock came just as I touched the handle. I opened the door a crack.

"Hi, I didn't holy shit!"

Susan was standing there with a little pilot's case. I dropped the towel and opened the door with a big smile and a rising cock. We were far from home, she could only have surprised me for one reason, why be shy? I flaunted myself, wanting her to know how happy I was to see her.

That's when I saw Hannah. My niece was standing next to my sister, her breasts pushed by the straps of her backpack. Her nipples were pointing through her cutoff top. She wore wedge sandals that did very nice things for her legs. Her sandals were white, and I noticed that my sister was wearing the same pair, but in a softer, natural tan. Their cherry-red lipstick was exactly the same.