Brother, Sister, Husband, Wife Ch. 06byvelvet hammer©
Authors Note: This is Part 6 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I believe the story should be read in sequence as it was written. This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative.
Spending the holidays with my little brother and his wife Sherry, I had time to do a little thinking, a little summing up about where I am in life, how I got to be where I am as a 37-year-old woman, and what I want to do with my next thirty-odd years.
It occurred to me that my favorite client John (he's a John, right?) had no intentions of marrying me. That is, if he meant to marry me he would have by now. It's been years now, after all. And even if he ever did leave his wife and family to marry me, every day for the rest of his life he'd be looking at me and thinking about what he left behind to marry a whore. No matter how much he says he loves me, that would always be in the back of his mind.
John wasn't ever going to marry me; it was obvious. Why should he, when doing so would mean giving up the good thing he's got going on? And if we weren't going to have a future as a married couple, then all I had to look forward to was becoming an aging hooker, and that's no future at all.
If I ever was going to make something out of my life, other than The Life, now was the time to take the plunge. I'd managed to save up a tidy little sum over the years, and the family was so happy to see me when I came home over the holidays. It was mentioned on more than one occasion that I'd be welcomed with open arms if I ever wanted to move back to the old home town; it seemed like Fate was beckoning me.
I am very attracted to women, of course, in addition to men. Like any hetero woman I love to have a good pounding every now and then, but I also love being loved by a woman. With a woman it's different. A woman is so soft; it's very erotic for me.
I especially love to climax from oral sex. Like who doesn't? Eat me till I come, whew. Still, I wasn't on the prowl or anything the other day when something special played out at the house.
My sister-in-law Sherry and I got to talking about sex. She knew I had boyfriends, but only suspected that I had been with girls. I admitted that I had. She admitted that she had thought about it, had wondered about it, and she mused that she just might want to try it sometime. Then there was this long quiet pause, so I just took a chance. I leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me right back.
It was a nice straightforward kiss on the lips. Then another pause after those two kisses, and we looked away sort of embarrassed. Then we turned back for a nice long tongue kiss. I started to feel that hot feeling. My thighs, my pussy, started wanting. It was nice.
We kissed some more. We were both breathing really heavy when she said she felt strange, like she was cheating on her husband somehow, but at the same time not really cheating. She started to cry.
Sherry's reaction; her crying, that she thought he would be jealous, confused me. I told her that the thought of her with another woman, especially me, would probably turn him on.
She surprised me by saying maybe she should have Bill to come in and watch us make out. That made me hot, and the idea of it somehow made her hot. Sherry was getting lost in the kisses. She took off her blouse, all she had on was this sheer, flesh-toned bra. She looked very hot in that.
I sucked her nipples right through the sheer material, which she really enjoyed. She rubbed my head, stroked my hair, and never a word was said.
She started reaching, searching for my panties under my skirt. I could feel her hands, clumsy in their unfamiliar territory, finding my moist panties and sliding fingers under the panties from below, finding my wet pussy. I was dripping wet, I wanted those fingers in me.
Sherry's eyes were closed as I undid her jeans. I left on the thin bra with her nipples hard and pressing through the thin fabric. She looked so good. I slipped her jeans and panties off and down I went. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and shaved totally bald from the clit on down, a classic bald-as-a-billiard-ball quim, and she was wet and hot.
I did it all to her; fingers, tongue, lips. Her hand on the back of my head all the while. Sherry finally pulled herself backwards. At first I thought she was pulling away, saying no, this has to stop, but she pulled me along to the bed where she sort of back crawled with her elbows onto the bed. I kept kissing and licking her as we all got onto the bed. My skirt was around my waist, my panties I had got rid of, and I just kept looking up at her, from the vantage point of her mons du Venus. She was so beautiful to me.
I pushed her thighs wider apart as I sensed she was going to climax. I could feel her thrusting upward as my tongue went up and down her firm clitoris. She came in a series of quiet mewing sounds.
I was just dying to orgasm and so I slid my pussy up her body. I was grinding my pussy into her body, her bra, her chest, until she hurriedly found my wet pussy with her mouth. I came very quickly. We both collapsed into the middle of the bed, and then for some reason we both laughed. I think the laughter was needed to cover some embarrassment. Sherry kept looking at me, like I think she was wondering if Bill would be mad or jealous when he learned she had just graduated to having sex with another woman, in this case his own sister.
I just lay there with and closed my eyes, holding her close. Sherry stroked my face and tongue kissed me again, very long. Whew, that was a hot day. I wanted more time with her, but the afternoon was getting on and husband/brother was due in - the timing just wasn't right. I do want to make love with her again. Again and again and again, I just hope this doesn't get awkward. Whew! again.