Do You Think My Sister is Hot?

Despite being dressed for the practicalities of moving, Megan was cute as always, hair in a ponytail, no makeup, slouchy t-shirt and tight white yoga pants. She was appreciative of our help.

"You guys," she said meaningfully, "thank you so, so, so much. I know I've asked you to help with this way too many times already. I'm sorry I'm such a fuckup."

"Oh shut it," admonished Sarah, "you are not a fuckup. So you've had to move a few times. That's what it's supposed to be like when you're in your twenties."

"Yeah not for long. I turn thirty next month, remember? Time to get my shit together."

"Hey I'm forty-two and I don't even know what I want to be when I grow up," I added playfully. "Moving around a bit isn't such a big deal, don't be so hard on yourself."

"You know what?" added Megan, "this may sound cheesy but I love you both. I really do. I love you and I appreciate you. Group hug."

With that, Megan grabbed hold of me and Sarah and pulled us close. We went with it, the three of us wrapping our arms around one another, squeezing tight, Megan pressing her cheek to Sarah's. I had one arm around Sarah's waist and the other around Megan's and I couldn't help but feel full of love for both of these women whom I adored. Feeling their warmth, inhaling their scent and pressing myself against them it felt warm and comforting and it just felt . . . right.

Seeing the intimate contact between the two sisters also stirred a lust in me, and I knew I would be thinking about them together the next time I had some -- ahem -- quality alone time -- but for the most part I was not thinking sexual thoughts, just reveling in the love and mutual admiration we shared. I looked at Megan and saw that her eyes were full. She, too, was caught up in the emotion of the moment and of our relationship.

The embrace ended and Sarah relieved the tension, cracking "all right enough with the mushy stuff, grab a box and get your ass moving," and to emphasize her words, she gave Megan a smack on her butt, which made a sharp crack on her tight yoga pants.

"Hey!!" she shrieked and half-heartedly chased her older sister around the apartment, seeking revenge.

She conceded quickly and sighed "all right, let's do this," after which she turned to survey the apartment and added "good fucking riddance," adding an emphatic middle finger for emphasis.

The three of us made light work of the task, tracking up and down the stairs to Megan's (former) apartment a half dozen times and packing up both our large SUV and Megan's car. It was a tight squeeze and took a bit of Tetris-ing to get all of the boxes in but we managed it.

Dusting ourselves off on the sidewalk next to our vehicles, I realized we hadn't confirmed with Megan where she was actually moving to. "So Megs, where are we headed?" I asked.

"Right. Thirty-first and Pennerton, up in the Queen Anne area. Do you know it? If not you can just follow me or I'll send you a map pin."

At this, Sarah got an odd look on her face, saying "Megan. Are you kidding me? You're going back to Chad's place? Seriously??"

"Look it's only for a couple of months until I find something long-term. It's not like we would be getting back together, I'm just going to crash there for a bit."

"Megan," Sarah admonished, "he treated you like shit. He stole from you. You can't be fucking serious."

"Yeah well this whole thing developed in like a day. That's not exactly a lot of notice to find a new apartment. Anyway it's fine. I'll crash there for a bit, avoid the dickwad as much as possible and find a new place as soon as humanly possible. I'm good."

Sarah turned to me, gave me a meaningful, questioning look, raising her eyebrows. I understood her intent immediately. We had a fully equipped guest room in our house; of course Sarah's little sister would be more than welcome to stay with us until she found a place of her own. I nodded enthusiastically at Sarah. Absolutely she could stay with us.

Sarah turned back to her sister, saying "you dumbass. You'll stay with us, obviously. The guest room is all made up. We would be happy to have you. Wouldn't we Cory?"

"Hell yeah. We'd love to have you stay with us."

"You guys I don't know. I have been having so much fun with you both this year, I don't want to be a third wheel and fuck that up, you know?"

"Don't be ridiculous," said Sarah. "We'll keep having fun -- in fact it will be better this way. We'll treat it like summer camp."

"Are you sure?"

I chimed in with "I really don't want to drive all the way up to thirty-first street Megan, that would seriously cut into happy hour, so just say yes and let's head back to our place and crack a bottle of wine."

"Okay," said Megan, conceding tentatively, "I will take you up on it. But I'll be out as soon as I can. I'll start looking for a place tomorrow." And then she added, meaningfully, "thank you."

We got Megan settled in to our guest room and that night we shared a couple of celebratory glasses of wine, but she said that she was exhausted from the past couple of stressful and busy days and she headed to bed early, finally giving Sarah and I a moment to talk.

"Are you okay with this Cory?"

"Oh absolutely. We enjoy your sister's company and I'm sure it won't be for long. Definitely preferred to her moving back in with that Chad asshole."

"Okay, thank you. I'm happy to have her here, to be honest. Maybe we can help her get some of her mojo back."

...

The next few days passed uneventfully. To say that Megan kept to herself was an understatement -- she spent the vast majority of her time either at work or holed up in our guest room. Sarah and I tried our best to coax her out for meals or just to hang out, but she seemed to be in a rut and was so inconspicuous that most times it hardly felt like we had a guest at all.

Given that our bedroom and the guest room share a wall, out of consideration Sarah and I had not had sex at all since Megan had moved in, but on Thursday, Sarah had been sending me naughty messages all day at work, building up to two pics she sent at the end of the day, one in the bathroom mirror with her blouse unbuttoned showing her formidable cleavage in a lacy red bra, and the other a shot up her skirt seated at her desk, revealing just a glimpse of red panties between her thighs.

She sent these two photos with the text:

A matched set for you to take off of me tonight. Can't wait to see you XOXO.

After several painful hours of anticipation and a nice meal, during which Sarah was as suggestive and flirtatious as ever, it was finally time for bed. I lit a candle while Sarah got ready for bed in our ensuite bathroom next door.

I undressed and climbed into bed just as she emerged. She was wearing a wispy, silky black robe, untied and open at the front, revealing the bright red lacy bra and panty set she had teased me with earlier.

"Damn you are hot," I said, meaning it to my core.

Sarah said nothing but crossed the room and slid into bed next to me. She raised her arms above her head and said, "well, I told you it was your job to take these off of me. What are you waiting for?"

I wanted nothing more in the world than to tear off my wife's remaining garments and have my way with her, but I was well aware that keeping the noise down on account of our houseguest was unlikely once we were off to the races, so I said "but what about Megan? She's right next door. She'll hear us."

"She's a big girl. I'm sure she will find a way to cope or she'll just leave for a while. Unless you'd prefer for us to stay completely celibate as long as she is staying here?" Sarah gave a wry smile, knowing she would torture me with the mere suggestion.

"She is a big girl, after all," I said and immediately my hands were on Sarah. I pinched her nipple through the thick fabric of the bra, causing her to let out a cute little squeal. I pinched the other one to the same effect. I ran my fingers up and down her body four or five times, teasing her and stimulating her soft skin.

"I'm already so wet for you."

I moaned softly and ran my fingers down over my wife's soft tummy, further down to where a few fine hairs began, and then down onto her panty-covered sex. Sarah gasped at the contact and even through the material I could tell that she was soaked. I ran my index finger up and down her slit, with firmer and firmer pressure, feeling the heat and the moisture below.

"Lift up," I said and Sarah did as she was told, raising her hips off the mattress. I grabbed her red panties and yanked them down with force, causing her to gasp again. I slid the lacy garment down over her legs and tossed it aside, and then I leaned in and whispered, "I'm going to eat your pussy."

Sarah gave a soft moan, closed her eyes and spread her legs wantonly, putting her exposed pussy on display for me and causing my already-hard cock to twitch with desire. I slid down the sheets and teased her with my mouth, kissing her tummy and then one inner thigh and then the other, over and over, before finally making contact with her wet folds. My wife moaned beneath me as I ran my tongue gently from the very bottom of her slit up and over her clitoris and then repeated the motion.

"Oh god Cory. Oh god."

I licked her again, using more pressure this time, and again, shortening my strokes until my tongue was swiping up and down directly over her little nub. Sarah was starting to get vocal now, moaning slightly with each pass of my tongue. I used two fingers on each hand to spread her lips, giving me direct access to her clit and I licked again, gently up and down and side to side.

"Yes. God yes. Just like that."

She was getting louder now and I was pretty sure Megan would be able to hear. I licked around and across Sarah's clit as I slowly inserted my middle finger deep into her pussy.

"Oh God Cory. It's so fucking good. I want to come with you inside me."

Holy shit I love my wife's pussy. It owns me. I love the look of it, the smell of it, the taste of it. I love anticipating just having a chance to touch it. And, above everything else, I love sinking my hard cock into it and feeling its warm, wet pressure envelop me, which is exactly what I was about to do.

I slid up, grabbed the base of my shaft, slide it up and down the slit of my wife's sex to coat it in her significant lubrication, lined it up with her opening and then I thrust all the way inside her. Sarah groaned deeply with the penetration.

"Touch yourself," I whispered, knowing that I wouldn't last long and wanting us both to reach orgasm soon. She did, her delicate little finger making small circles on her clit as my rock-hard cock slammed into her.

I pulled back and started fucking her, hard.

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me!" she practically screamed. If there was any doubt before whether Megan could hear us through the bedroom walls, there was no doubt now; Sarah's moans were no doubt audible through the entire house.

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I did as instructed, absolutely railing her pussy now, slamming in and out of her, my balls slapping against her ass as I thrust into her over and over again.

"Harder. Deeper. I'm gonna come. Oh god I'm gonna come!"

I was only a few thrusts away and I savoured the sensation on the head of my cock as it pulled almost all the way out of my wife's hot cunt, the tightness of her opening stimulating the head, and then slamming back in, feeling the heat and friction deep inside her body.

"I'm coming. Come inside me. Shoot it in me Cory. Fill me up."

The intense stimulation combined with Sarah's words was enough to send me over the edge and I moaned as I came, shooting my load over and over into my wife's body.

We had both come, almost at the same time, and I collapsed onto Sarah, my full body weight pressing onto her, my cock still deep inside her.

We were both gasping and panting, hearts racing, basking in the wonderful afterglow of good sex and working on catching our breath. I took a few deep breaths and tucked my head next to Sarah's, kissing her shoulder as my heart rate came back down to earth.

It was then that I heard a noise -- a very faint buzzing sound and then a barely-audible, high-pitched moan. It took me a few seconds to figure out what I was hearing, but as mine and Sarah's breathing returned to normal, it grew louder. There was most definitely a buzzing, and then with more regularity, little, high-pitched feminine gasping sounds . . . the sounds of pleasure. It was Megan! She was masturbating!

I whispered in Sarah's ear, "Do you hear it?"

"Yes" she said.

Then the buzzing noise grew louder -- she must have turned up the power on her vibrator, I thought, and shortly thereafter Megan's vocalizations grew louder, too.

"Mmmh. Mmmh. Mmmh. Yes. Yes. Yes."

Sarah whispered in my ear, "Cory it feels wrong but it's so hot."

I said nothing but listened intently to the sounds of Megan's pleasure through the wall.

"Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck. Right there."

There was no doubt about it now: Megan was being loud enough for us to hear on purpose, just as she had clearly heard us. She was putting on a show for us as we had for her, just a few minutes earlier.

Then Sarah whispered in my ear, "what do you think she looks like right now, Cory? Do you think she's naked, spread out on the bed?" My deflated cock, still inside my wife, immediately started to harden at the thought. My age may have been an obstacle to getting hard so quickly after coming, but her words were powerful indeed.

Sarah continued, saying "do you think she's touching the vibrator to her little clit? Or maybe she's putting it inside herself. Maybe she's shoving it in her tight little pussy."

Through the wall the moans intensified.

"MMMmmmmmm. Yessss. Oh god. So close."

Sarah's words in my ear continued also, "maybe she's pinching her own nipples Cory. Touching those perky tits. Maybe she's got her fingers up inside herself."

I moaned into my wife's ear. The noises coming from next door, the image of my sister-in-law spread-legged and masturbating in our guest room, and Sarah's dirty words were enough to spur me on to another full erection. I had never pulled out of Sarah, and now my cock was fully hard again inside her body and I was intensely aroused. I pulled out and thrust back in and Sarah moaned, a little louder than I was expecting.

Megan in turn moaned on the other side of the wall.

I pulled out again, and fucked my cock back into her, hard, and she practically screamed, "Yes! Fuck it. Fuck my pussy."

Immediately after she said this, we heard Megan say from the next room, clearly and distinctly, "Yes! Fuck it Cory. Fuck it hard."

...

After the night that the three of us "shared" orgasms, Megan emerged from the shell she had created around herself in our guest room -- and it was wonderful. She helped out with household chores, she cracked jokes, she giggled and goofed around and watched movies with us . . . she made our home better.

We had started a routine of sharing breakfast together, just Megan and I. For me it was always the same: three poached eggs, rye toast, coffee. For Megan, much more whimsical and unburdened by routine than I, sometimes (more often than not) it was just coffee. Sometimes a smoothie, sometimes a Pop Tart and sometimes a main course of coffee with a splash of Bailey's.

We were mostly quiet during our breakfasts, both content to simply share the space and the togetherness, but sometimes we did chat, talking about work (as infrequently as possible) or about what inspires us (which happened to be many of the same things) or about Sarah (definitely our favourite subject.)

The three of us grew quite comfortable around one another, and I grew to realize that I didn't just want Megan in a sexual, forbidden-fruit type of way (which, don't get me wrong, I sure as fuck did,) I also just thoroughly enjoyed being around her.

Most of our breakfast interactions were purely platonic, but they did occasionally turn flirtatious. One morning in particular, Megan came and joined me for breakfast wearing a light pink crop top and the tiniest, thinnest pair of sleeping shorts I'd ever seen.

"G'morning Cor. Is there coffee?"

"Of course," I replied. "And I added a pinch of cinnamon for her highness."

"Good. Her highness had a shit sleep last night so a few hundred milligrams of caffeine are needed, STAT." I glanced over to see Megan reaching for her coffee cup. It was on a high shelf and she was reaching up on tip-toes, feet bare, nails bright blue, causing her top to ride up significantly and revealing just a hint of the side of her breast.

She clearly was not wearing anything underneath the top, and as I scanned how the thin shorts clung to the tight curve of her ass, I guessed there wasn't anything underneath those, either.

I couldn't help but breathe deeply, soaking up the sight of the sexy younger woman wearing hardly anything at all.

Finally successful in reaching down her mug, Megan then turned, her back to me, and bent to retrieve the toaster from its lower cabinet. As she bent at the waist, her impossibly small shorts rode up on her ass, revealing the lower swells of her cheeks, and pressed tight between her legs, outlining the contours of her vulva. I was staring openly, practically drooling, when Megan jerked her head to the side, made eye contact with me over her shoulder and shouted "gotcha!"

I blushed and turned away immediately and Megan burst out laughing. "Oh my god Cory, the look on your face. Hahaha guys are so easy."

"You're the worst."

"You checked out your sister in law's ass, I think that qualifies you for the worst."

For another couple of weeks, the three of us found our groove as co-habitants. For breakfast it was usually just Megan and I, in the evening it was usually the three of us for supper or a movie or drinks, and often late at night Sarah and her sister had long heart-to-heart talks, giggling and sharing gossip and meaningful conversation alike.

It was a very pleasant existence, and still completely above-board -- or it was, until the night at The Scarlet Letter.

...

"Let's go dancing!"

It was Megan who said it, naturally, being younger than Sarah and I by nearly a decade, and us almost certainly past our clubbing years. It was late Friday afternoon and the three of us were having our customary living room happy hour, with music playing, me occasionally refreshing our drinks and plenty of laughs.

"Dancing?" I asked, somewhat incredulous. "I'm too old for that shit, Megan."

"Oh no you are not," chided Sarah. "If you're too old for that then that makes me almost too old for it and I patently refuse to be too old for anything, yet."

"Come on Cory, it'll be a blast. There's this new club downtown called The Scarlet Letter, it's supposed to be super fun."

"Cute. Do you have to read the book to get in?"

"No but I'm pretty sure you have to do some of the stuff in there," Megan replied with a wink. "I love hanging out here with you guys but I really need to let off some steam. That was a WEEK. Let's go, just for a little bit, then we can come back here for a nightcap."

"Fuck it," said Sarah. "I'm in. Cory?"

"Come on Cory, you can't leave us hanging. Plus, do you really want the two of us to get all hotted up and head out clubbing as single ladies, see how many virile young men take notice?"

"Hmmmm," I said, not ready to concede quite yet.

"What can we do to entice you, Cory?" Sarah asked in seductive tones, running her hand up and down my arm. "I promise to reward you for your good behaviour."

Megan chimed in as well, and touched my other arm, saying "and after she rewards you tonight, I'll reward you by making breakfast tomorrow."

These two sexy women, both of whom I loved, touching me and fawning over me was almost too much. Sarah then added, "ooooh. She will make you breakfast while wearing those little grey shorts from the other day.