Jesse nodded.
We didn’t say another word until Megan knocked on the apartment door a half hour later.
She was wearing a white spaghetti tank, nothing underneath, and a set of light colored tights, also nothing underneath. Her blonde hair was still damp and pulled back in a pony tail She dropped a bottle of wine on the table next to the one we had been working on and poured all of us fresh glasses, then sat down across from us in the living room.
“You two look beautiful together,” she said, looking at us. “You make a cute couple. So what’s the problem?”
“There’s some history you need to know about,” I said.
“So tell me.”
Jesse started before I could continue. “A couple of months before the shoplifting incident, when I was seventeen and Bryce was sixteen, we were caught getting ready to have sex.”
“Really, how far along on the ‘getting ready’ scale were you?” Megan asked.
“We were at the ‘I’m hard as a rock and hovering outside her pussy’ point,” I said.
“Wow,” Megan said. “That’s pretty far along. What happened?”
“Our aunt Brenda was visiting at the time,” Jesse said, picking up the story. “She’s a few years younger than our mom. She heard us and came into the room – didn’t even knock. We were totally busted.”
“Did she tell?”
“No, she didn’t…” Jesse trailed off, so I jumped in.
“She threatened to tell our mother,” I said. “She lorded that over us, told us our mother would hate us if she told, used that secret as a bargaining tool to get us to do whatever she wanted. Our mother was always distant, we didn’t want anything to hurt her, so we complied. Until one night. Brenda came to us and said there was some jewelry she really wanted but she didn’t have the money for. She said she had cased the store and knew where the keys were kept. She said she could provide a distraction. Said it would be easy.”
“Oh, fuck,” I heard Megan say. “The video they used to convict you showed a girl there. She was wearing a cut off hoody and sunglasses. Everyone assumed it was Jesse but couldn’t prove it.”
“Actually, it was my aunt Brenda. I wanted to turn her in, but I knew if I did she would tell my mom about what happened between Jesse and I. So I kept my mouth shut, and I paid the price.”
“So it was a no-win for you. Your mother would have pushed you away either way.”
“Right, but Jesse managed to keep at least the thread of a relationship with her, and I didn’t want to destroy that.”
“So Brenda got off scott free, you did hard time, and your mom thought that you were a criminal and was hurt.”
“In so many words.”
“Jesus, this is pretty fucked up,” Megan said. “Where’s Brenda now? Where’s your mom?”
“Our mom inherited several hotels around the city, so she has a little empire that she lives off of. She lives in an apartment in one of the hotels. She’s in her late forties and is a bit of a cougar, always chasing after the young men. She talks to Jesse maybe once a month or so. Brenda, well, she’s, um, interesting…”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, Brenda is about five years younger than my mother, and she’s a model,” I said.
Jesse interrupted. “Model is a really nice word for it. She does erotic modeling and she’s a camgirl, has her own website and an OnlyFans. She has a pretty popular cam show.”
“Wow, you come from a pretty fucked up family,” Megan said. “You should think about that therapy thing. And you should think about coming clean to your mom – and take legal action against your aunt.”
“Maybe, someday…” Jesse said. “But right here right now, all that is why Bryce and I are having…trouble.”
“Understood. So you thought maybe mommy Megan could maybe help ease you back to that point where you were so rudely interrupted so many years ago.”
“Yes,” I said.
Megan got up and pulled off her top, letting her small but perfect breasts come free. She moved the coffee table out of the way and stood in front of Jesse. I leaned in her direction but she held out a hand.
“You just watch for a few,” she said, smiling, running her hands down her perky little tits that were now hard as bullets. “Relax and do to yourself whatever comes naturally.”
She leaned down and kissed my sister on the lips. Their mouths locked their eyes closed. Jesse’s hands found Megan’s body as Megan pulled the straps of Jesse’s dress all the way down, tugging the fabric free from my sister’s large, soft breasts. Megan caressed Jesse’s breasts, running her fingers softly over them, teasing the underside.
Their lips disengaged and Jesse lowered her mouth to my sister’s tits, pulling her brown nipples between her lips, and running her tongue over the aureoles. She continued the motion, taking her tongue down into the valley between Jesse’s breasts and up onto the other one, sucking and licking at that nipple.
Jesse’s head was laid back and she had one hand on Megan’s chest and another between her own legs, caressing her slit underneath her dress she had hiked up. I realized for the first time that Jesse hadn’t been wearing underwear.
Watching my sister make out with a woman I had been fucking just 24 hours before brought my cock to attention, tenting my shorts. I was trying to be calm, resisting the temptation to start stroking, but Megan glanced over and saw me sitting there, still fully dressed, with a huge bulge in my shorts.
“You aren’t going to accomplish anything with that thing buried under all that fabric,” she said. “Get that thing out and get it ready. Your turn is coming.”
I didn’t argue. I pushed off my shorts and my shirt and sat their naked, my cock at full attention, stroking it slowly.
Megan turned back to Jesse and they continued their kissing and caressing session. She disengaged her lips from my sisters chest and slowly ran her tongue down her stomach, skirting down the outside of one of her thighs, before diving between them and into my sister’s tidy little pussy. Jesse moaned as Megan began slowly licking up and down her slit.
I stroked my cock slowly, trying to bide my time, but getting hornier and hornier by the second. Jesse had one of her legs propped up on the arm of the couch, spreading her legs as wide as possible and Megan worked her slit over. I could smell the fragrance of perfume mixed with a woman’s heady musk. Jesse moaned again, and Megan did the same.
Megan pulled back and turned to me.
“Your turn, loverboy,” she said, crawling on all fours and positioning herself between my legs. She reached out and grabbed my rock hard purple cock and began stroking it, pulling just the tip inside her mouth and sucking. She ran her lips down the underside, teasing that sensitive spot under the helmet, before slipping the entire shaft into her mouth. She flicked her tongue across the tip and stretched out a long thread of pre-come.
I gasped as she ran her lips up and down my meat and squeezed my balls with her hands. I watched her blonde head move up and down as she deep-throated my cock, then turned to my sister. Jesse was watching Megan fellatiate me and playing with herself frantically. I think she came while she watched.
Jesse rolled over onto all fours on the couch and pointed her cute, puffy little pussy at me.
“Fuck me,” she said. “Just fuck me. I’ve been waiting years for this, it’s time, please finish me.”
Megan pulled my cock from her mouth and smiled.
“Go get her, tiger,” she said.
I stood, my cock at full attention. In front of me my sister’s sopping wet pussy begged me to fuck it. I hesitated. Megan came up beside me and reached down, pulling Jesse’s slit open with one hand and stroking my cock with the other.
“This is as far as I can get you,” she said. “You have to do this final part yourself. You know you want her. Forget she’s your sister, just think about how much you love her and how much you want her. Don’t worry about what anyone thinks. Just do it.”
“For fuck’s sake,” Jesse moaned. “Just fuck me.”
I swallowed, gave my cock a final stroke, and slipped it into my sister’s slit.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she gasped. “Fucking finally.”
She was tight, wet, slick, and hot. I felt every inch of her cunt slide down my shaft, every muscle ridge, every drop of juice. It was intoxicating. I had waited for this moment, dreamt of it, prayed for it. The thought of this moment sustained me through my incarceration.
When my balls bumped against her clitoris, I felt fulfilled. Every doubt I had ever had about my relationship with my sister vanished.
This was right.
“Get fucking busy,” my sister said. I complied and began pistoning in and out of my sister’s deep, wet snatch. She moaned with every stroke I took. I started slowly, but Jesse started egging me on to go faster and harder, so I did.
Megan had moved to the chair across the room and was watching us fuck while fingering herself madly. I turned my attention back to my sister, reaching around and squeezing her tits. She moaned again as I felt an orgasm wash over her and my balls began to tighten. I increased the pace even more as Jesse tightened her muscles in her orgasm.
I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I didn’t want to come inside her, but I wanted her to come one more time before I did. I cranked up the pace until I couldn’t possibly go any faster or harder. My stomach slapped against her shaking ass as I pistoned in and out of her. Her juices washed over my balls and ran down my thighs. She let out a long slow moan as another orgasm crashed over her.
I couldn’t take any more. I pulled out just as the first shot of thick seed erupted from my cock. The first two pulses completely overshot Jesse and landed on the floor beyond. The next shot ended up in Jesse’s hair, and the rest coursed across her back, and then her stomach when she turned around to kiss me.
Finally.
Jesse and I lay entwined on the couch for several minutes. I glanced over at Megan who was smiling and looking at us.
“I’m really glad you two finally connected,” she said, smiling. “If you didn’t either see a therapist or fuck, I was afraid one of you was going to have an aneurysm. I love you both to death, so it was tough to watch.”
“Thank you Megan,” I said. “Without your help we probably would never have made it to this point.”
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