Swapping Sisters

“There will be more of that later. Come on lover, let’s have dinner.”

She led Barry to the dining room where she’d prepared a nice meal. They ate over candlelight, flirted a little bit and Barry was surprised to find out how savvy she truly was. He’d severely underestimated her intellect.

After dinner, she took him into the living room, they cuddled a bit on the couch and watched some TV. Neither of them were very interested, so she took the remote and switched it off. Angel picked up the other remote and turned the music back on.

“Dance with me?” she asked Barry, holding out her hand.

She moved easily into his arms and was surprised at how well her somewhat-stuffy brother-in-law moved. He smelled of a nice cologne and he held her gently, as something to treasure.

Angel felt nice in his arms, Barry realized. A bit taller than Aleya, she was a little more sultry, earthy. Her butterscotch skin was sexy, he loved her big, brown eyes and the wavy, long hair. The satin felt good against him. He yielded to temptation and kissed her again. Angel fell into the kiss, letting her soft tongue glide against his lips.

“I think it’s time, loverman!” she smiled, leading him into the bathroom. She lit a few strategically-placed candles, poured bath beads into the tub and shrugged the peignoir off, down to the floor. Naked, she was truly lovely and he knew she was his for the night. She slid into the tub and watched Barry undress, liking his body, the differences from Matt’s. He was leaner, but handsome in a more-youthful manner. She extended her hand and he stepped into the tub to join her.

They kissed again, Angel loving the softness of it, the unhurried pleasure. He reached out and pulled her to him, she was sitting on his lap and legs and he began to wash her body. Barry’s hands were playing with her breasts, fondling them gently, as if they were precious to him. His caresses were knowing, yet gentle. His lips were on her neck as he moved his hands down her body, his fingers seeking her quim, which ached to be touched.

Barry’s fingers stroked her soft pussy, Angel let out little gasps of pleasure. His fingers stroked, not fucked, her pussy. All the while, he kept kissing her, paying loving homage to her body. He was giving her the thrills, seeking little in return, content in her pleasure.

She began to move her hips, ever-so-slightly, feeling Barry harden underneath her, she toyed with his cock and felt it jerk at her touch. Slender digits stroked his flesh as Barry continued to toy with her body.

“Lord, this feels wonderful!” Angel sighed as Barry kept stroking her soft body.

“Glad to hear it, but we’re getting a little wrinkled!” Barry said, winking at her. She laughed and stood up, climbed out, Barry following her.

Angel began to reach for a fluffy towel with which to dry herself, but Barry said to her “Please, let me.” He enveloped her in his arms and the towel and patted her dry, caressing every inch of her body softly, rubbing so slowly. It was an exquisite torture.

Angel returned the favor to Barry, rubbing him all over, squeezing his manhood a few times. She saw it harden and couldn’t wait to feel it inside her pussy, making her feel wanted, needed and desired.

She led him into the bedroom and slipped away for a brief moment, coming back from the guest bedroom, where she’d donned a sexy mauve teddy. It clung to her every curve, Angel felt pretty and very feminine. Putting a finger to her lips, she looked over at Barry and said “Well?”

His arms outstretched, he enfolded her in a strong embrace and kissed her. “You look lovely.”

Barry was a good kisser, Angel discovered. His lips were soft, seeking, yet firm. His tongue moved along her lips, her flesh. Her nipples were hard and she felt Barry reach under the teddy and caress her breasts, playing with them, hefting them, his hands worked up and down her body. She ached to feel him inside of her pussy, to feel this kind, gentle man make love to her, to have him take her as a lover.

He looked at her and saw the warmth in her beautiful Bambi-eyes. Angel nodded and he moved between her legs. Barry slid the lace panties down her sleek, toned legs and kissed along them as he did so. Her pussy was wet with desire and he zeroed in on it, tasting of her flesh, licking her clit. She was biting her lip now, clenching the pillow on the bed, trying to ignore the urge to cum that was building within her.

“Let me taste you Barry. Let me have you in my mouth. May I do that?” Angel felt odd asking, but she was not sure what his limits were. He nodded and went to get a condom, but she stopped him.

“I want to taste you Barry – ALL of you – no barriers. I’m on the pill, so let’s just make it a magical evening, all right?” He nodded and reclined on the bed.

Angel’s mouth on his shaft nearly sent him to the moon. Her lips were magical on his skin, the sensation of her sucking nearly had him cumming, yet he held on. She was a beautiful, sensual creature and he longed to be inside of her.

Their love play was sweet and tender, but the moment came. He moved between her thighs, looked down at the smiling Angel and spread her legs. Her pussy lips parted and then his manhood was deep inside of her.

She moved in rhythm with her new lover, her feet were on his shoulders as he first took his pleasure with her. She returned it with equal pleasure, squeezing her pussy tight around his shaft, rippling it so she could milk him. Wave after wave of happiness came over Angel, soon she had her legs locked firmly around his back as Barry made love to her. It was slow, he was on top of her, she felt his weight and her hands raked all over his body as she whimpered with delight.

Barry’s orgasm followed her own and he collapsed beside her, kissing Angel all over. He cuddled her close, playing with her, stroking her hair. Neither partner had any regrets and both knew they had more delights awaiting them this night.

Angel got up from the bed, wrapped herself in a robe. Barry looked up at her with a smile and said “Where are you going?”

She looked over at him and returned his smile. “I’m hungry. I brought a chocolate cake for dessert. Interested?”

Two days later, the girls were in Angel’s big bed. Aleya was taking Angel’s big dildo deep inside of her, she rode it as her sexy sister caressed her beautiful tits. They had another hour or so before work, both girls had been so horny, they practically tore each other’s clothes off. Insatiable for each other’s pussies, they made love with a fierce passion neither had ever known before.

There were subtle changes in both women now. Aleya fucked holy hell out of Angel this time, drilling her sister from behind with their favorite strap-on. Angel took her sister slowly, gently, licking her teasingly until Aleya practically begged to be fucked. Both women changed styles and moves as it suited them.

When Aleya screamed out her orgasm, she fell onto the bed, her sister close beside her. She nibbled Angel’s ears and asked “So, how are things at home? Any changes?”

Angel grinned. “Yes. My husband seems to have clued in that I am not just a fuck-toy. He’s slowing down a little, he seems to appreciate me more. You?”

Aleya grinned. “MY husband is learning that I CAN be a fuck-toy. He screwed the shit out of me last night, he even talked about fucking me in the ass.” Aleya giggled, loving her new lewdness.

The girls moved together, Aleya laying on top of her sister. Breast to breast, pussy to pussy, they rubbed each other slowly, taking time to luxuriate in their lesbian games. Their kisses were filled with love and desire, the sisters knowing they were forever linked by an unbreakable chain of love and desire for one another.

“I don’t think we should tell the boys though” Aleya giggled as her sister sucked on a hardening nipple.

“Me either” Angel sighed. “Besides, it’s very nice to have a secret to share with my sexy sister.”

Aleya nodded. “Angel, I could not agree with you more.”