I said “So you want this to happen, you and her?” She pushed herself up and sat cross-legged off to my side. I sat up and leaned back against the headboard.
We locked eyes for about five seconds before she quietly said “I think I do but only if you’re ok with it. I haven’t had a girl since our vacation last year and I’m getting that itch again. I think I’d like her to scratch it.” She looked down and picked at something non-existent on the bedspread and without looking back up she said “Maybe we could have a threesome some time…if you want.”
I thought for about a minute and answered. “I was trying to figure out a way to fuck Cindy from work and somehow you turned this into some wild incest threesome. Not that I’m complaining.” Her head snapped up and she smiled widely.
“Cindy? Isn’t she the blonde with the legs that go up to her neck?”
“Yeah, she’s been throwing signals my way. It got me wondering about a hook-up with her. I’ve overheard her being vocal about not liking girls so it can’t be a threesome.”
“Shit, that’s too bad, I’d like a piece of that. Go for it dude, I like her. She seems like good people, she’s smart and funny. We can test the waters of an open relationship with her, see if we’re cut out for this.”
“Ok, I’ll talk to her next week and try and work something out. What about you honey, do you have someone you want to fuck?”
She looked at me and said, “I wasn’t kidding, I’m going after your sister.” She moved over to lie down on her side of the bed and pulled the blanket over us. “Let’s sleep on it, it’s one thirty on the morning and I’m tired.”
Due to being still buzzed and sexually satisfied we fell asleep with me being the big spoon and my last thoughts were “What a lucky fuck I am.”
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I woke up before her and watched her sleep for a few minutes. Even after thirteen years I’m still struck by her beauty. She looks so serene and pretty while asleep, I swear she sleeps with a slight grin. Donna is a blue-eyed beauty with a Mediterranean complexion and a head of thick black hair, currently shoulder length. Standing at five feet seven she’s a perfect match for my five feet nine.
Due to her heritage she’s particularly hairy. Hirsute to the point of keeping a shaved pussy is a lot of work so she keeps it trimmed and only shaves it for a special surprise and I love it that way. I love the way the hair holds the scent for me to enjoy after a long day. She loves that she can be natural. I briefly thought about waking her up with some head but decided to let her sleep. I love morning pussy after a night of sex, the taste is wonderful.
Instead I made coffee and got some cinnamon rolls ready to pop in the oven when she got up, it’s kind of a thing for us on Sunday mornings. I sat down with a cup and my phone and absentmindedly scrolled for a bit but my mind kept going back to the conversation last night about my sister. It surprised me that she broached the subject with such ease, even if there was some alcohol involved. But my sister? Never in a million years would I have thought that would fly out of her mouth.
Now, had I ever thought about fucking my sister? Absolutely, every time I see her I wonder what she would feel like, what she would taste like. I’ve felt that way for a long time, she’s such a knockout I think almost every guy and more than a few women wonder the same thing when they set eyes on her. There was a time after I graduated high school she would come home from college and tell me stories about the parties and hook-ups going on. I listened to her with rapt attention all the while secretly wishing it was me instead of some random guy receiving her attentions.
Despite my feelings and slightly less than honorable dirty laundry habits I have never once said or done anything inappropriate. Ellie has no clue I crush on her and we have the normal sibling relationship that thirtysomething siblings have. We see each other quite a bit because we live in the same neighborhood and Donna and I have been faithful supporters of our niece, going to the sporting events and dance recitals and purchasing whatever it is for the latest fundraiser. Mom and Dad are close enough that we are all together on holidays.
I heard Donna get out of bed and go into the bathroom and that was my cue to turn the oven on to warm up. I got her cup out of the cupboard and filled it, adding her mixture of just a little sugar and some hazelnut creamer. It was sitting there in her spot at the table when she walked in looking beautiful with her morning hair and short little robe.
“Good morning honey.” She said and gave me a smooch before she sat down.
“Right back atchya.” I said. “How ya feeling?”
“Just a little hangover. Not too bad though.” I got up and got her two Tylenol and a bottle of water. She took them from me and said “Thanks.”
After downing the Tylenol and gulping down some water she took a sip of coffee then looked at me.
“Before you ask, yes. I meant everything I said last night. Let’s try this. We can make up the rules as we go except for this one thing, if at any time for any reason one of us says we stop then we stop. We talk about the problem without arguing. Ok?”
“Absolutely. Alright then, next time I run into Cindy I’ll flirt back and see where it goes. What about you. Are going to what, just call Ellie and ask her?” We both laughed.
“No doofus, it’s going to take a little more finesse than that. I don’t really know yet. I’ll do the same as you I guess, start flirting back and see where it goes. Why don’t we have a cookout next weekend, get them over here and have a few drinks. You can go get Ellie and drive her home like the good brother you are, one less car to park.” Parking on our street gets dicey on the weekends, our drive fits one car and we use the garage in back. One of the drawbacks of living in an old neighborhood, a small front yard but a big backyard.
I started laughing and said “Ok but it’s going to cost you.”
“Oh yeah? And what would the price for that be?”
I made a show of thinking then stood up and put the cinnamon rolls in the oven and set the timer. I walked over to her and took her hand, leading her to the sofa. I was going to get to eat my morning pussy after all.
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Monday morning was your typical back to the grind morning. Donna is an office manager downtown and takes the train every day so for an eight hour day she’s gone for ten if everything is running on time. It would be twelve if she drove it with Chicago traffic.
I work at a small factory with thirty five CNC lathes and milling machines plus the other machines need to complete the parts we make. I sit in an office all day writing code and using the latest CAM software for the machines to make the parts. It pays well with quarterly bonuses that I put away for retirement. I started on the floor running machines and with some hard work and being in the right place at the right time I lucked into writing code full time.
Cindy works in the office with us in accounting. She’s a whiz at what she does and the boss loves the way she keeps an eye on things to save money. Her desk is about twenty feet from mine, the way her cubicle is set up if she leans back in her chair she can look to her left and see me at my desk. She’s been doing just that a lot lately, leaning back and interlacing her fingers behind her head and stretching. This afforded a great view of most of her slim body and especially those perky breasts.
We dress business casual in the office, or “Up front” as it’s known by the employees. There are only six of us up here and we all get along great. The boss has an office down the hall so it’s a pretty lax atmosphere. Today Cindy was wearing a simple dress that came down to her knees and was snug on top showing off her tits. The first time she leaned back and did her thing she caught me staring and smiled widely while putting a little extra arch in her back. I returned the smile and after looking at her for a couple seconds I motioned with my head towards the breakroom, grabbed my coffee mug and walked over there.
She followed me and stood right next to me as I stirred some sugar into my coffee, our shoulders touching. I could smell her light perfume or maybe it was her body wash, it didn’t matter to me she smelled wonderful and I told her so.
“Why thank you.” She said. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had a man compliment me on my smell before.”
“Well you’re hanging out with the wrong men then. I just love the scent of a woman.”
She giggled as she finished pouring her coffee then looked up at me and said “There’s a big difference between smell and scent Rick. Do you know the difference?”
“In a general sense yes, but I think when it comes to you specifically I may need to perform a closer inspection to find out where one leaves off and the other starts.” This earned me a playful shoulder to shoulder shove and a wide smile.
“Oh really…well why don’t you come out for a couple drinks after work Wednesday and we’ll talk about this ‘inspection’ you speak of.” The ladies in the office had a standing thing of going for happy hour on Wednesdays at a bar around the corner.
“Ok, I’ll be there but I can’t stay long.”
“What, you have to get home to your wife before she gets mad?”
I didn’t miss a beat when I said “No, I have to get home and tell her all about it. She wants details you know.”
I left her there opened mouthed as I grinned all the way back to my desk. The rest of the day was busy and we shared a few sly smiles as we slogged through our work.
At home that night I filled Donna in on my progress with Cindy and told her about the drinks on Wednesday.
“Ok then, I’ll see if Ellie wants to meet up too.” She picked up her phone and left the room signaling she wanted privacy so I went to the garage to putter around. Half an hour later I went back in to start dinner and they were still talking, laughing and joking like the best friends they were. I couldn’t pinpoint an exact date but over time those two have become closer than my sister and I ever was. They’ve perfected the art of pulling pranks and generally fucking with me, it’s all in good fun and I enjoy their antics. We do a lot of things together with or without Miranda. I heard Donna end the call and waited for her to join me in the kitchen.
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