Sister-in-Law Ch. 02

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The next morning I awoke alone. I heard Dan's voice somewhere, so I got up and used the toilet again, then walked out to the kitchen. Dan and Jill were sitting at the kitchen table, coffee cups steaming in front of them. Their conversation broke off as I entered. Smiles and kisses all around then I got my own cup.

"So what's up today?" I asked. They looked at each other. 'Uh-oh!' I thought. I interrupted something. Something told me it had something to do with their almost overheard conversation from the day before. I looked from Dan to Jill, then back. I knew that look on his face, and I immediately went on alert. "What?" I asked. Then louder, "What, Dan? What's going on?"

He cleared his throat. At first he was having trouble meeting my eyes. He started talking. "Okay. First, I have to ask you to hear the whole story before you react." He glanced at me, but I gave no response. "Well, Jill and I have talked about this. There's something we have to tell you, especially after last night."

"Will you quit stalling and just fucking tell me?" I was scared, so I flashed out in anger. He looked at Jill, but she was staring into her cup.

"All right. Last year when Paul and Jill were here?" I nodded. Suddenly I knew what was coming. My belly dropped and my heart suddenly ached. My knuckles were probably the same white as the cup they were squeezing. "Well, the morning that you and Paul went to the craft fair, Jill and I had sex." He released the rest of his breath in a loud gust. Now he watched my eyes. It was my turn to stare into my cup.

"I have wanted to tell you so many times since it happened. I feel so guilty. But Jill wanted to be here when you learned about it." He fell silent again, but Jill took over.

"I have to admit, Honey," she said to me, "it was me who seduced Dan. I know it doesn't excuse him, but it would never have happened if I hadn't initiated it." She went on to explain. She reminded me of the way things were between Paul and her back then. She told me how she found Dan standing naked in the kitchen that morning and couldn't keep her hands off him.

At one point she reached for my hand, but I jerked it back. I didn't know what I would do when they had finished talking, but I knew I didn't want either of them touching me right then. As she described in detail the events that led to them fucking on the living room carpet, I saw everything clearly in my mind. It was almost as if I had been there, or if I was watching a tape.

I had always wondered what it would feel like to be in this position. If it hadn't been for what we had shared the previous night, I don't know if my eventual reaction would have been the same. The initial feeling of betrayal led me to allow the images in my mind become even more vivid than my memories of the passion the night before. Knowing how they both looked in the throes of pleasure made it technicolor, rather than black and white. My eyes closed and the images got brighter.

She told me how she had ground her cunt on his knee while he spanked her to orgasm -- the first for her in several months. That was how bad things had been for her with my brother. I felt tears well up behind my closed eyelids. They couldn't know that the tears weren't for me, but for Jill. I felt such empathy for her -- an extension of what I felt back then -- that the betrayal and anger I should have been feeling became understanding. God damn it! I wanted to scream at them for lying and cheating on me! But I couldn't. I understood. I empathized.

To tell the truth, when it happened, things between Dan and I hadn't been going all that smooth, either. It occurred to me then that it was just after Paul and Jill left that we got back on track in our own relationship. My eyes popped open and I looked at them. I must have scared them because neither one said anything for a minute. They both had wary expressions on their face. It was a revelation to me. At the same time, the looks they wore were comical.

I remained silent, as Dan had asked me to. The jumble of feelings convulsed inside me, but I felt the anger slipping away. What they had done was intrinsically despicable. A violation of trust times three. They had both betrayed my trust, but Jill had betrayed Paul's too. Though that was a moot point, since Paul was currently fucking his secretary. Still, I said intrinsically.

Other than that what harm had come of it? Their infidelity had given Jill the strength to dump Paul and get on with her life feeling whole again. It had also helped Dan and me. I tried to turn the situation around. What if it had been me who had been tempted? Would I have given in? Lord knows, I've been tempted a lot of times, and even propositioned on occasion. I've always stayed faithful. But it was never the identical situation. I knew from watching, as well as from him telling me that Dan has backed away from temptation many times in the past. Suddenly I wondered, 'Has he always? Has he ever fallen before? Or since?' I looked at him.

I had to ask him. "Was this the only time you've ever fucked around on me, Dan?"

"I swear it, Honey! Never before or since have I even considered it. You and I always tell each other when other people come on to us. I've never lied about that, nor has it happened that I failed to tell you. Jill was the only time that I...was unfaithful to you." I knew he couldn't bring himself to categorize what the two of them had done as "fucking around". In the years since Jill had married Paul and before their divorce, I had watched Dan and Jill become close. It was a familial bond of love and respect.

The night before popped back into focus for me again. We all were sitting there stark naked in the morning sunshine. I had to react. I had to let them know something of how I felt. I loved them both. This didn't change it. That was, for me, the bottom line. Still, there was a devil in me that wanted Dan to suffer a little bit more. I stood up and said simply, "Jill, come with me, please." I left the room and went back to the bedroom.

When she timidly poked her head around the door frame, I told her, "Come in and close the door." She did. I was sitting on the bed. I motioned for her to join me. We sat there cross-legged and I tried to tell her how I felt about it all. We both cried a little. I handed her a tissue and we both honked our noses clear. We laughed at the blatting symphony. "A couple of ladies, eh?" I said. I looked at her and took a deep breath. Then I rose to my knees and moved toward her.

I took her in my arms and we fell down on the bed in an embrace. I felt an erotic hunger I'd never felt before. I'd felt as strong a need, but never the type this was. It was like tasting two different flavors of the same food -- ice cream, or meat, or, well you get the idea. I kissed her on the cheek. Then I kissed her on the lips. Then we kissed each other as lovers. Our hands roamed over the other's body, caressing, scratching, pinching. We ground our hips and breasts together. Our legs parted and we found a way to put our vaginas together, humping against each other. Groans and moans erupted quietly from our throats. She suddenly turned around and pulled my legs apart. She plunged her face into my crotch and sucked me hard, her mouth covering my entire vulva. My hands clutched at her buttocks and I inhaled the scent of her center. She rubbed my asshole with her finger and licked me, sucked me, bit me. I heard my own voice rising in a kind of whimpering song. I was going to come hard. It built and built, seeming to come on quickly, but I was impatient for it at the same time. My hips convulsed against her face. I had a flash that I might have hurt her, but then it was gone. I didn't care. She ate me through the orgasm, her fingers stirring against the sweet spot at the front of my cunt.

When it was over, I turned onto my back. I pulled at her legs. She got the idea and mounted my head. I dove into her with all the gusto she had done to me. I had never put my mouth on another woman until the previous night. But I am a woman, so I just did what I always wished all the men I'd ever been with would do. She reacted the same way I had to her lovemaking. Finally she was as drained as I was.

We were covered with sweat as we lay there in each other's arms. I tried to imagine what Dan was thinking out there. I giggled into the crook of her neck. "Do you think he sneaked down the hall to eavesdrop?"

I guess Jill had been thinking about him, too. She laughed. "Maybe he's standing out there with his ear to the door. If he heard us, he's probably got his cock in his hand." We laughed some more.

Then I had an idea. "Jill, I don't want to talk about what you and Dan did any more. There's no need. I understand why you did it. I even understand why he did it. You are one sexy little bitch!" I emphasized my comment with a firm pinch on her ass. She jumped, but her smile stayed in place. "But I want to play a little bit with him. Will you help me?" She said she would. I explained what I wanted to do.

As I went to the closet to get what I needed, I remembered it was my birthday. I spun around and blurted it to her. "Happy birthday, Mary," Jill said. Then the irony of what we were going to do hit us and we laughed again.

"Dan, come here!" I made my voice as stern as I could. If he'd been eavesdropping, he had made a successful escape before I opened the door. I stood in the door and watched him come around the corner from the kitchen. His expression was worried. I moved aside as he entered. He looked at Jill for a clue, but she kept her eyes averted. I knew she didn't trust herself not to give it away if she looked at him.

"Get on the bed, face down." He did. By then I knew he must have figured out some scam was going on, so we worked fast. Jill on one side of the bed, and me on the other, looped the ropes around his wrists before he could get away. He tried to keep his legs free, but we could double team him, doing one leg at a time. Finally we had him where I wanted him.

Jill stood on the bed straddling his hips. She lifted him up so I could slide some pillows under him. "Okay, girls, that's enough. You've had your little joke. Now let me go." His voice wasn't quite as calm and controlled as he was trying to make it. Dan didn't like being spanked, just spanking me (I amended that thought to include, 'and Jill, of course'.).

I pulled the paddle out from under the bed. Dan couldn't see it. Jill had popped her eyes when she saw it. Paul had only ever used his hand on her butt. Sometimes a spatula. I got on my knees next to Dan and began lecturing him on the dangers of marital infidelity. His bravado was shaken by my choice of subject matter. He was still feeling cowed by the guilt he'd been carrying for almost a year. And rightfully so, I thought.

My hand fell smartly onto his butt. He yelped and jerked against his bonds. I gave him another swat. "Jill, honey? Would you like to help me with this little job?" She grinned and crawled onto the bed on the opposite side. She gave him an experimental stroke. "Oh, Honey! That's much too soft!" I admonished her. "Do it like this." I swatted him so hard it made my hand hurt. He yelped louder this time. "This is only the beginning, Dan."

(to be continued...)