Sister, Sister

"Abso...fucking...lutly. Best thing in the world."

"She put the small pile of paperbacks down on the side.

"It's great that Eddie is a big reader. But for fuck sake, why does he need so many books at once. And why am I the one who always has to take them back upstairs?"

"Teenagers. Almost in his case."

"You have it coming. Lilly won't be a toddler forever.

Come on. Coffee's ready. I can take them up later."

We went over to the island and I perched on a barstool while she filled two mugs from the jug.

"At least you're happier.

I was getting worried yesterday."

"Everyone has off days. A certain time. You know."

I did. Always a drop in my happy hormones for a few days at that time.

"No. It's all fine." Claire went on.

"You don't have to lock Rogan away. I'm not going to run off with him."

I took a breath and decided I wanted to continue on the same theme.

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Claire giggled.

"When didn't we tell each other our secrets?"

"I know. But this one is a little ... naughty."

"I'm intrigued now."

She pushed a mug of filtered coffee in front of me. I could feel my cheeks prickling as I sought comfort from putting my hands around it. I stood up and we went to the living area to sit on the sofas.

"Come on. Spill the beans."

"I spoke to Rogan last night. I got him to admit he does have fantasies about you.

Then we did it and I ... told him to imagine I was you."

"Ha. For fuck sake."

She sat giggling to herself and I grew even redder.

"Was I good?" She suddenly asked.

"You were amazing. At least Rogan thought so." I laughed.

"Well, that's alright then. I don't want you misrepresenting my shagging skills. I have a reputation to keep up you know.

Was Joe good?"

"What makes you think I was pretending Rogan was Joe?"

"Er ... because that's how role play works. You don't pretend to be Cat Woman and imagine having sex with the guy from accounts. Batman is a given."

Her eyes were on me and my smirk gave me away.

"Alright. Yes. I was thinking about Joe. And yes. It was fun.

Best fucking sex we've had in ages."

Claire suddenly became excited. She bounced on the sofa and leaned toward me conspiratorially.

"What if we did swap? For real?"

I looked at Claire in amazement.

"Are you serious?"

I couldn't believe I was thinking about it. I fucking hoped she was. I wanted to go through the talk. But could I really? Could Claire? The logistics of making it happen would be mad to crazy but I was becoming more and more wound up in the idea since Claire had first told me of Joe's fantasy.

She shrugged.

"Just a thought. One crazy, get it out of your system night, kinda thing.

Would you do it?"

I should have been mad at the idea, or at least laughed it off. But the truth was, my bean had just leapt into life and I was gripped with an overwhelming urge to rub one out. I couldn't of course. I just had to settle for a careful shifting of my position in the hopes it'd ease my ache.

"Maybe." I said coyly, hoping she was truly on the same wavelength.

"Fuck."

"Could you?"

She nodded slowly.

"Yeah. I reckon I could. So long as no one got hurt and we didn't end up in a divorce court."

Christ. Claire was giving it some thought.

"Even if we did agree to do it, can you imagine how hard it'd be to get the guys to agree?"

"They're men. Do you think it would be that hard? A free pass? That's every man's dream."

"What about after? Would it be a problem? Jealousy?"

"Not for me it wouldn't."

"I meant them."

Christ. I'd just all but said I'd be fine with it. I thought about that again and decided. Yes, I would be fine with it. Infidelity had always been a big no-no in my thinking. But somehow this didn't feel like that. It was family.

"Lots of guys cheat and never feel guilt. Not until the wife finds out. Only this wouldn't be cheating. Not exactly. It'd be with permission. It'd be in our control."

"Sort of keeping it in the family?"

She nodded.

"Yeah. If you like."

I was excited by the idea. So much so that I was sitting on Claire's sofa oblivious to my thighs subconsciously rubbing together to ease the itch taking hold of my pussy. Claire saw it.

"Do you need a moment?

You can borrow one of my toys if you want."

Her smirk was face wide as I forced myself to sit perfectly still.

"We're discussing your borrowing my husband, so lending you a dildo is going to be no problem.

But I want to watch."

"Shut up. I can't help it if all this talk is making me horny.

And no, I'm not shoving your dildo up my fanny while you watch."

"Shame.

But if talking about it is getting you this excited, imagine what actually doing it with Joe would be like."

"Sure not not thinking more of how awesome it'd be for you with Rogan?" I teased.

Now she shifted around uncomfortably.

"How would we even do this? How would we ask them?" I asked.

"Hey guys, fancy swapping partners tonight?"

"I was thinking something more subtle. A night out. Drinks. A bit of flirting like in the old days before we had boring husbands."

"You mean I flirt with Joe and you with Rogan?"

"Yeah.

I reckon they'd catch on pretty quickly. Then we just go home with ..."

"The wrong husband."

"Yeah."

Claire's thighs tightened against one another. Rigid. And her face was red. I knew she was as wet as I was.

"Think you're going to need that dildo yourself." I grinned.

"I think you might be right. I'll rub one out before dinner. Just like the old days with you listening at the door."

"Oh my god. You knew I was there?"

"Of course I did. What do you think I was doing when you were fingering yourself? I bet all sisters do it. Hell, some even do it next to each other."

"I did think about that." I admitted.

"When you're a horny teen with no outlet you think of lots of crazy things."

"Should have said. I'd have gone for it."

"Oh my fucking god. You're madder than I thought."

I had wet panties and it was my sister causing it. I went red.

"Like you said. Horny teenagers."

I went back to practicality mode.

"We'd have to ask mum to look after the children. She doesn't normally have all three at once."

"That's because we're boring farts and never go out.

We could tell her it's for a wedding. A mutual friend."

She looked thoughtful before going on.

"You know. The more I think about this. I think we should make it a weekend. The full husband experience. Friday night through to Sunday."

I giggled

"I could do that. The first night's bound to be a bit awkward. Saturday would be more ... natural."

"I'll talk to Mum. See when she could help us out."

When I left to go back to my house I was a jumble of nerves. I'd just spent an hour or more planning the seduction of my husband by my sister. And of taking hers to my bed. It was nuts. An idea that I'd never have even considered a few days ago. Now I'd not only agreed to do it, but we had a plan. All we needed was a date that mum could take the kids.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

If I'd been thinking straight I'd have seen all the pitfalls. The jealousy, the anger, the demands for divorce. The risk one of us might want more than the other. Was Claire so sure they would take the opportunity to cheat with permission and not feel some insecurity or disgust at us afterwards?

I wasn't thinking straight. My pussy was doing all the thinking. We women always accuse men of being led by their dicks. And here I was being no better. How easily I was slipping into a risqué arrangement. But Claire was right. We were missing an excitement and she had made me realise it.

I couldn't help but look at Rogan and think that I was about to swap him out. It felt a little like one of those extended test drives where you leave your current car at the garage and take the flash new motor home for twenty-four hours.

He was happily being a dutiful husband, emptying the dishwasher in blissful ignorance of what me and my sister had planned. That in itself was a huge turn-on for me. For a moment the image changed and I saw Joe in his place. Yes. This was going to be more than just sex. What we had settled on was a complete swap where they became our new husbands even if only for a day or so.

I was lost in fantasy land for the rest of the evening. One of the rare times I was happy to see Rogan engrossed in his work. I was thinking about Joe. Thinking how good he would have looked in my kitchen putting the dishes away. I thought about how he would be looking over at me as I sat on the sofa waiting for him. How he would come and sit with me and massage my legs when I put them across his lap.

Rogan had turned the TV on and was heading down the list for Netflix. A reminder of the reality that came after eleven years.

"I'm going to take a bath." I said.

"Okay, hun."

He gave me a half-interested glance as I slipped away to my oasis. It wasn't that he didn't love me. It was that thing of being dependable, always there like a comfort blanket. He didn't have to worry that I might not be, or fuss around maintaining me like a finely tuned sports car.

Behind me came the distinctive opening sequence of an old Star Trek episode. That'd keep him busy for nearly an hour. Then it'd be bed and falling asleep.

I had other ideas on how to pass an hour. I'd been horny since coming back from Claire's. Two nights on the trot was too much to expect from Rogan so I would have to address my own problems. And to be honest, as much as a cock is a great thing, sometimes I did just like to play with myself.

It was nice to just lay there and deep dive into my emotions without the need to perform. Claire had got me all excited, especially when I'd realised she was aroused. The comment about lending me her dildo had been as exciting as it was embarrassing. I found myself thinking about that as much as I did Joe.

I was happy to think about girls when I fingered myself. I didn't have any interest beyond the little natural curiosity we all have, but sometimes the thought of another girl in the throes of ecstasy had its attractions.

I started with my tits. Covered in bubbles, they looked so enticing, even to me. Just enough foam to obscure my nipples. I tugged them as I lay back in the giant tub and let the warm water lap around me. It was big enough for two. A purposeful decision from designing the house. In the early days we'd shared, washed each other's bodies and fucked in the warm water while drinking champagne. Not so much now. In fact. Not ever.

"Mmm."

Did Claire respond like me? Probably. We were alike in so many ways. We had the same tits. Pretty teardrop-shaped things that would feel great in anyone's hands. I was certain she would. I hoped she did because I wouldn't want her to miss out on the absolute pleasure having them fondled gave me.

"Uhh."

A large tub was obviously excellent when I had a husband who wanted to share. But alone, it became a sensory deprivation device. Somewhere I could float in the water with my legs outstretched. A safe and secure embrace of warm, comforting liquid I could nearly float in. Weightlessness. With only the light of candles I was freed of outside stimuli, only engrossed in my bodily sensations and thoughts.

I remembered my fantasy about two people sucking on my tits at the same time. Only now it was Joe and Claire. Two mouths caressing sensitive flesh.

"Uh."

I quivered, sending gentle ripples the length of the bath.

My fingers moved to my pussy. I used my left hand to tease and circle my clit. I'm right-handed, but using my left just seemed to ease things out when I wasn't in urgent need of getting off. I wasn't now. I wanted to take my time and enjoy the ride.

"Uhhh."

This is when I finger fuck myself. A slow, gentle and relaxing sensation that just grew and grew but rarely tipped me.

My pussy was wet with my juices. Even with the bath water rinsing it away I could feel its lubrication.

"Uhh."

When I was ready I used my other hand. Fast, circular motions right over my clit that had my whole body tensing. I thought of Claire again. I thought of her masturbating. I imagined watching her. I thought of the excitement of being watched.

I held my breath until it hit. Then let it all out in one loud gasp as sharp jerks of my limbs splashed water around.

"Uhh."

Someone else might have worried their husband would hear. I didn't. We had a healthy understanding. He'd known from early on that occasionally I wanted some me time. He never mentioned if he heard and I never asked. If he did it was just one of those things. Perhaps it helped him when he felt the need to service himself. I knew he did it. He wouldn't be normal if he didn't. I didn't care so long as I got my share.

I opened my eyes to a steamy bathroom and twinkling candles and sniggered to myself. I felt the most relaxed I'd felt all day.

Rogan was in bed when I went through. Eyes closed and already drifting off. I sat and brushed my hair, watching him in the mirror. When the towel fell away, I wondered if Joe would be laid there as utterly oblivious to a view of my tits as he was.

Another night and I might have been frustrated by the lack of interest, but my private session had satisfied me sufficiently. I put the brush down and threw the towel over a chair. Rogan's breathing had taken on the distinctive sound that came with sleep. He was gone.

I quickly went to check on Lilly before returning to slip between the sheets. Rogan hardly stirred when I kissed him on the cheek as I always did.

"Nite."

For a moment I just looked at his sleeping face, wondering if I was mad to be making secret plans to hand him to my sister. If it happened, she would be the one kissing that mouth. Her fingers would caress his chest. It would be Claire who sucked him, and her pussy that made him cum.

For a fleeting moment, I shuddered and regretted the risk I was taking with his emotions. I was ready to tell Claire not to be so stupid. That it was a fantasy getting out of hand. Then I became caught up in the idea of having Joe's body pressed up against mine. A fresh man who appreciated me and wanted to give me pleasure.

I turned the light out and lay down while trying to be philosophical about the whole idea. Either it would happen or it wouldn't.

FIVE

Two weeks. Two weeks of sniggering in secret. Two weeks of doubts followed by us talking ourselves back into the idea. Two weeks of my wondering if the sex with Rogan was all there was. Two weeks and suddenly we had been carried along to the point where we were going to do it. I'd never left the house so nervous as I did that night. My legs were shaking all through dinner at the Italian and on to the club.

The music was loud. So loud it was almost impossible to be heard even at a shout. Christ, clubs had always been noisy places but since when had the volumes reached Krakatoa levels?

I'd worn the tiniest, tight dress I could find in the wardrobe. It ended just below my bum, and not much higher up my back. I didn't have big tits, but what there was, was lifted and squeezed into two enticing mounds of pale flesh. I didn't miss Joe's eyes on them as we met up outside our homes for the taxi ride. And I couldn't help but give him my best 'I know you're looking and I don't mind' smile.

Claire had gone for something entirely different. Tight leathers and a basque top. Less flesh on show but her legs were no less noticeable for it. And her tits were equally as presented to attract curious eyes in that top. I was confident Rogan would have noticed but my attention was too much on Joe.

I'd be a liar if I said I hadn't thought about fucking him in the past. Of course, I had. Not serious thoughts, but I had daydreams. In the early days, when he was just a date to Claire and no more important than the previous one, he'd been the hottie I drawled over.

He'd been just another boy that two silly girls just exiting their teens had sat up at night talking about. Sniggering over how big his cock would be or Claire's stories of what a good kisser he was. That had ended the night Claire had come home and whispered in my ear that they had done it in his car. From then on he'd become a real boyfriend and it felt wrong to think too much about him. And not long after, he'd introduced me to Rogan and I'd had my own interests.

Since then it'd been no more than an occasional fantasy to add a little excitement to our sex as it'd become more mundane, or to boost a masturbation session. No different to what Claire had accused Joe of when we'd started down this path. Now, all of a sudden I was faced with the prospect I might actually be fucking him in a few hours and my bean was in overdrive under my tiny dress.

I glanced at Rogan. He was oblivious to what tonight was about and for a moment I felt guilt. But then I saw where his eyes were. They were staring at Claire's arse as she leaned over the bar to order more drinks.

No. He wasn't so innocent that he couldn't see the benefits of this if we got it right. And he was strong enough not to let something he would be as much a part of as me eat away at us.

"Fuck."

I was glad when a gin was pushed into my hand. I needed alcohol. I swear I could feel the music vibrating the glass.

Claire was first on the dance floor. Seemingly she hadn't forgotten how to move. I felt the thump of the beat as much as I heard it. Each accompanied by Claire's hip sways and the jiggle of flesh. She was attracting attention, from several sources. But her eyes were already fixed on her prey.

As she approached Rogan to entice him onto the floor with her, I saw the strobes catch her tits. White flesh illuminated so brightly that he couldn't not look. I pushed him forward.

"Go do it" I shouted with little chance of him hearing me.

As he was led away, I snatched Joe by the hand and pulled him after me to join them, remembering how the madness of clubbing covered so many sins. The rubbing of bodies, the brush of a hand where it shouldn't. Music and movement hid intent so that it all became an accidental touch when it was anything but.

Joe was as enthusiastic, becoming that twenty-year-old of his first date with Claire. Only this time it was my face he was looking at. My arms he caressed. My shoulders he hung his hands around. All innocent between friends. All just a fraction away from becoming more than friendly.

Those lights continued their movement over the thrum of dancers, equally illuminating my flesh in their brightness, catching Joe's attention. I made sure I pushed my tits toward him and closed my eyes so he would look. I turned to lean back on him, gyrating my arse on his groin. I wanted his cock throbbing by the time we finished.

His hands held my hips, then wrapped over my stomach to hold me tighter. I knew his head was wishing to go higher. To cup my tits. Had this been fifteen years ago, that's exactly what would have happened with a young man. That chance taken that might be met with a brush away or make his night.

At some point we swapped partners and I danced with Rogan. I kissed him full-on while swaying to yet another energetic tune. My hand went to his cock. Hard as a rock. Oh boy. That was most definitely Claire's doing. I smiled and turned my attention back to being a whore on the dance floor until someone furnished me with a fresh drink.

We sat at the side and watched the crowds. There were all sorts here. Young, old, a lot our ages. A mishmash of partying couples and hopefuls, all intent on finishing the night fucking someone. Only Claire and I intended that someone to be the forbidden fruit of our partners.

I could see the look of confusion on Joe's face as Claire shouted something into his ear as she rubbed her hand along his thigh. Sixteen years ago that would have been a sign she was offering herself. Not this time. She was offering me, and the opportunity of a lifetime. Like anyone in that moment, he was torn. Unsure if it was a trap. I smiled warmly and crossed my legs slowly, seductively, to let him know it wasn't some foolish fantasy that existed only in Claire's head. My stomach churned with a nervous excitement.