I was sitting at home with my husband, Dave, when my sister Tina called.
“Well, we sold the house,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I know this is hard for you.”
My sister is 26, six years younger than me. She recently went through a very bad divorce. As part of the agreement they had to sell the house. She loved the house and wanted to buy her ex-husband’s house, but for a variety of reasons it couldn’t happen. Now it’s sold.
She cried on the phone. When she was young she saved desperately for a down payment. She knew she wanted to own a home as soon as possible. She was determined and made a lot of efforts to save.
She put a lot of sweat into this house. She redecorated the kitchen and bathrooms almost single-handedly. My husband helped with some of the heavy lifting. She removed the carpet and brought the hardwood floors back to life. Her husband was absent during most of the process. He worked weekends and late into the night.
He has ninety days left at home.
“Now what?” I asked.
“Well, I’m not sure. I don’t think I can afford a new house for myself,” she said sadly. “I guess I’d better find an apartment as soon as possible.”
We chatted for a while more. I told her to call me anytime and we hung up.
When I came back, my husband knew by the look on my face that something was wrong.
“What is happening?” he asked.
“He sold the house,” I told him.
He already knew all the backstory. Dave and I are very close and I share everything with him.
He turned off the TV. He knew I wanted to talk.
“Now what?” he asked.
“He’s not sure,” I replied. “Probably looking for an apartment.
He sympathized. He knew how much she wanted to live in a house. We talked for a while.
He then added: “If she pays rent, she will never be able to buy a new house.”
“I know that,” I replied. “She knows that too. I think that’s why it’s so hard.”
“Okay,” he said. “She can stay with us.”
I looked at him. I remembered every reason I loved him. It happened so many times and he treated me so well. He worked so hard to give me the life I wanted. He was great to my family, he would always come over to do chores without being told and he was always there when I wasn’t having a good day at work. Our marriage is amazing.
“What do you think?” I questioned.
He replied, “Of course, we have plenty of space. She and I get along really well.”
We have a lot of space. 3,100 square feet, five bedrooms. We plan to start a family soon and bought a house for us to live in.
“That’s why you can blow up whenever you want,” I quipped. It’s our little joke. I say it every time he does something good.’ I said it a lot
Actually it’s true. He’s a great husband and I find him very sexy. If he wanted a blowjob, I couldn’t get down on my knees fast enough. I loved taking his cock in my mouth. And he was a wonderful lover. I would do anything sexual he asked.
“She can help me update the house, she owes it to me, after all,” he quipped. “Do you think you could live with that?”
I guess. My sister is younger than me. She was younger and we never went to school together or competed for friends. We always got along well. As we got older, she became my best friend. We were bridesmaids in each other’s weddings. We share friends and everything else.
“Of course,” I replied.
“Well, all my friends will be jealous,” he said. “I’ll be with two such beautiful women.”
I think so. At 32, I still remain fit. I’m 5’6″ and 130″ tall and have blonde hair that extends past my shoulder blades.
“Well, you’re poor,” I said, laughing. Then I kissed her.
“Now how about a blowjob?” I whispered.
“Who can say no?” she replied as I got down on my knees.
It was evening and we were all dressed up in pajamas. He was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. I pulled his shorts down and exposed his cock. It was already in a semi-erect state.
“Yes,” I said, taking it in my hand.
I was surprised for a moment. His cock is great. About 8 inches long it is huge on this side.
God, it feels good. I love how it gets even harder when I suck it. There was a drop of pre-cum on the tip. I licked it off. My mouth started moving up and down on his cock. I couldn’t get it in my mouth so I wrapped my hands around it and pulled it out as I sucked on it.
I stopped. I was wearing a t-shirt and underwear. I bent down and pulled the t-shirt off my head and threw it aside. He loved my boobs. 36C and firm. I wanted him to see them. Then I put my mouth back on his cock.
He pushed my hair back over my shoulders. He likes to look at me. I looked into his eyes and took my mouth off his cock.
“Like the view?” I teased and licked the tip.
“You are beautiful,” he replied.
I started sucking his penis again.
He approached me. Since oral sex usually precedes sex, I’m sure he thought that was where things were headed.
“No,” I said. “It’s all about you,” I tilted my head back onto his cock.
My hand kept caressing his penis.
“Cum wherever you want,” I said. I started sucking again.
“In your mouth?” I continued sucking.
“On my face?” I started sucking again.
“On my breasts? Wherever you want,” I said.
I pulled my hair forward and wrapped it around his cock. I stroked it with my hair.
“In my hair?” I smiled, taking the tip into my mouth again.
I love being dirty and talking dirty, and while most of the time when we have sex it’s loving and slow, sometimes I just want sex.
I could feel his cock starting to swell.
“No? I’ll choose,” I said. I pushed my hair back, sat up straight and stuck out my nipples. “Baby, cum all over me.” I continued stroking his cock.
He started cumming. I aimed his cock at my open mouth. The first stream of cum hit my chin and mouth. The next one was right in front of me. As he kept cumming, his cum got on my face, neck and breasts.
“Mmmmmm,” I moaned, lapping up the last drop. I took his cock into my mouth again so I could taste it. I swallowed every last drop.
I sat back down. There were flakes on my fingers and I licked them off.
“Oh my god, I love your cum,” I said. I started rubbing his cum on my breasts.
He simply said, “I love you.”
When the cum started to dry, I said, “Okay, I better take a shower.” I took off my panties and put them on the floor as I left the room.
I stepped into the shower and felt the warm water wash away my semen. I thought about Dave and how sexy he was. My fingers slid over my pussy. I was already wet from giving Dave a blowjob. I almost came just from him touching my pussy. It feels good.
The shower door opened and Dave stepped into the shower.
“Is it good?” he smiled. He had obviously seen me cum.
“Not as good as your cock,” I whispered.
He took me in his arms and kissed me. Hard and long. My body felt hot. I could feel my nipples pressing against his chest. My nipples were hard. His hand slid to my pussy. He started rubbing my clit. I moaned.
He put two fingers in my pussy. I’m coming. We continued kissing.
My hand slides down and wraps around his cock. It’s hard as a rock. “Mmmhmmm,” I moan.
Then he turned me around. I put my hands on the shower wall, bent over and lifted my ass as high as I could. Dave is 5 inches taller than me, so he has to bend his knees to enter me.
God, it feels good. He fucks me. I grab my hips and feel him bury his cock in me, pull it out and do it over and over again. I’m coming again.
Dave had already cum so he wasn’t going to cum too fast. We turned off the water, dried ourselves off and went to bed. I lay on my back as he came inside me. We had sex for at least an hour.
I called Tina the next morning. She was reluctant at first. Not because she was worried about living with us, but because she didn’t want to impose. I assured her it wasn’t an imposition and Dave suggested she do it to save money for a new house. Eventually she accepted it.
Dave and I spent the next month helping her pack. We saved what she couldn’t take, sold some and put the rest in our place. Tina was so grateful. There were some tears and many thanks and we were touched.
Tina moved in. We soon got used to Tina doing her share or more of the housework.
I love having Tina there. She talked to me. She was in a very sad mood. She still needs to complain about her ex, not as much, but still. She found him in bed with another woman.
“It’s not that he’s horny. Hey, I’ll fuck him if he wants to,” she told me. “Hey, if he wanted another woman I’d have a threesome.”
Most of the time, it’s a normal thing. She fit into our family life very easily.’
In the evening we would walk around the neighborhood and watch TV. I didn’t think much of it at the time. I would wear a regular T-shirt and briefs. Tina started by wearing sleepover shorts and a shirt. I know she sleeps naked like me.
Usually when I’m on the couch, Dave and I are cuddled up together and watching TV, but sometimes when I talk to her, she’ll start crying. When she did that, I’d put my arms around her and we’d cuddle on the couch and comfort her.
She and Dave started remodeling/updating our home. They work together easily and have a great relationship.
One day, I went to work late. When I got home, Tina was asleep with her head on Dave’s shoulder. She put her finger on her lips and told me to be quiet. I am not worried. I trust both of them completely. I am more worried about Tina. It was obvious that she was crying.
Life goes on. Tina attends almost all of our events. We often go out to eat, watch movies or dance and Tina is always there for us. As time went on, I noticed people observing us. I realized that people must be curious about this handsome guy with two beautiful blondes on his arms.
When we go dancing, men come up to us, unsure who is alone, and try to dance. Tina told us she wasn’t ready for a man. She would stick to Dave and say I’m with him. Then they would turn to me and I would do the same. They would shake their heads and walk away, or make a joke and shake Dave’s hand. As for us, we laugh and enjoy ourselves.
One thing we would do is that the more men came up to us, the more willing we were to dirty dance with Dave. The boys looked at us while we were shaking our butts, which was fun. We would rub against Dave, and we would rub against each other. I’m sure we were full of masculine fantasies on those nights.
Usually on these nights, when Dave and I grind, I can feel his cock getting hard. I was sure that if I felt it, Tina felt it too. In some ways it’s weird. I realized I was proud of his cock. I wonder if he realized how nice the bulge was. We were close and I would tell him what a great lover he was. I even told him his cock was great. I wonder how that must feel to him.
When we got home after these nights, Dave would take me straight to our room and fuck me. I would make fun of him.
“What? Dancing with two blondes turns you on?”
“Which one of us excites and upsets you?”
“Is this hard cock because of me or because of my sexy sister?”
“Do you want to fuck me or my little sister?”
One night there was dancing after dinner. I got down on my hands and knees. Dave fucked me like crazy from behind. My head bent down on the mattress. I laughed at him as he pounded me.
“Just fuck me, baby. Who are you fucking? From behind, I probably look just like Tina. Are you thinking of me or my sister’s sexy little ass flying in the air.”
“Oh my god, baby, I love you,” he replied.
“That’s it,” I gasped. “Fuck me. Do you know what that little bitch once said to me?”
He mumbled something.
“She once told me she would have a threesome with another woman if Jim (her ex) asked,” I told him.
He started fucking me faster. I came, moaning.
“Oh my god, baby. Do you like this? Do you like the thought of my little sister having a threesome with another girl?”
“It’s pretty hot,” he admitted.
“Oh, who’s the other girl?” I continued. “Hmm, maybe it’s me?”
He groaned.
I quipped, “Does my baby have fantasies like that about his sister? I’m sure a lot of boys have fantasies like that.”
He was fucking me like crazy. He put his hand in my hair and pulled it gently, slapping my pussy. I’m coming again.
“You’re a pervert,” I scoffed. “Imagine fucking me and my sister. Do you imagine us together? Maybe her and I kissing? Anything else? You want us to be your little whores? I’m your toy, your wife and you want her too?”
“Oh god, yes, baby. That feels so good,” I grunt as he fucks me. I’m coming again. “If you agree to fuck me like this, you can always think about me and my sister. I’m yours and you can fuck me any way you want.”
I felt him stiffen. I knew he was about to cum.
“Come on, baby. Fill me up. Cum in my pussy. You can imagine it’s Tina’s pussy. That’s right. Imagine it in her tight little pussy. Come on, baby, cum for me.”
I could feel him cumming. Wave after wave of heat filled my pussy. I’m coming again.
After he cummed, we fell on the bed facing each other.
“This is so good, baby,” he said.
“Really? You want to fuck my little sister?” I teased.
“It’s a brilliant idea,” he admits.
“She’s very attractive,” I admitted.
we kissed.
He said, “I worship you.”
“I love you,” I replied. We fell asleep.
That night I had a strange experience. I heard a noise in the hall. I stood up, put on my shirt and opened the door. In the hall was Tina standing naked in front of the bathroom door. I mean, it makes sense. She slept naked and the bathroom was in the hallway, why would we wear clothes if we were all sleeping in the room, it was the middle of the night and we had our own bathroom.
But it still feels weird. I’ve seen him naked before, but it was usually when we were getting dressed or changing clothes, not just standing in the hall. To make matters worse, I realized the t-shirt I was wearing only came up to my waist, and my pussy and ass were hanging out. I’m embarrassed that you ended it with something that Dave and I just talked about.
“Oops, sorry,” I said.
“My bad,” she said.
Neither of us moved. I’m not sure we knew how to do it. I realized her body was amazing.
“Okay.” He said and opened the bathroom door.
“Oh, okay,” I said, turning around and heading into my room.
I crawled back into bed.
“Is everything okay?” Dave asked.
“Yes, I met naked Tina in the hall recently,” I replied.
“What?” he asked.
I told him what happened.
“Hey, why didn’t you wake me up? Your elder husband should check out the noise in the hall,” he said.
“You’ll like it,” I replied. “She has a great body.”
He kissed me and we went back to sleep.
The next morning I met Tina in the kitchen. She was wearing her usual shorts and t-shirt. I was wearing panties and a tee.
“I noticed you had your panties on,” she laughed.
“Oh, of course, Miss is walking around naked,” I replied. “You should talk.”
“Well, I can walk around wearing a shirt like yours,” she jokingly replied.
“I’m sure Dave would love it,” I replied.
She laughed and said, “Can you imagine if he had seen us?”
I’ve thought about it. “He’ll like it,” I said.
“You’re going to kill me,” he replied.
“No, I wouldn’t. I trust you both completely. Besides, he deserves to be cheered up from time to time,” I said.
She smiled and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”
We all laughed and hugged each other. I realized that her breasts were pressing against me through the t-shirt.
We had a normal day. That night we went and got dressed and spent the night. I wore a standard t-shirt and briefs. Dave shorts and a tee. When Tina came down the stairs we all looked at her. Instead of shorts she was wearing a tank top and little lace shorts. She looks cute. We all stared.
She looked at us and said, “I’m going to change.”
Finally I replied, “Don’t be silly. You look fine.”
She came and sat on the couch with us. I just kept looking at her and she looked so cute. How could that bastard cheat on her? I looked at Dave. He was doing the kind of thing you try not to see but can’t control.
Another silly thought: Her panties are prettier than my cotton bikini.
When we went to bed my husband pulled my pussy to his face and started licking me. It feels so good.
I teased, “Does this have anything to do with my sister’s underwear?” I didn’t care then, all I cared about was his tongue on my pussy. I’m coming.
He moved up my body and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to my pussy. He pushed forward. He sunk right into me. It feels so good.
“Mmmhmmm,” I moaned.
Then I started. I don’t know why, but I love to babysit my sister when we’re in bed.
“She wears cute panties. I’ll have to step up my game,” I said. “Or you’d rather see them on the floor. She has a lovely ass and pussy. I’m sorry I have to see it and you don’t.”
My husband groaned and started to thrust me harder. This time he responded: “Yes, I would love to see that and your panties on the floor.”
“Next to each other?” I teased.
“God yes,” he replied.
“Hmm, do you want to take them away from us or let us take them away from each other.”
“Yes,” he replied. We all laughed.
He straightened my legs and lifted my ass above the bed. In this position he could push deeper and I could take his entire cock inside my pussy.
“Mmmm…” I grunted as he thrusted into me.
“Just fuck me, baby,” I said as his cock rocked me. I felt his slutty pussy. I loved that feeling. “Fuck your little slut. Fuck my pussy. I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I was serious. I love him so much, he is good to me and I would do anything for him, yes, anything. I know his love for me and if he lets me do this, our love and I will be safe.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into me.
“Okay, we’ll talk about that later,” I whispered. “I want you all on top of me now.” I pushed my hips toward him as he stroked me, then pushed in harder.
“Yes, yes. Yes,” I mumbled. “Yes, yes, yes, God, yes,” I cried out as I came.
I let him fuck me to another orgasm and then I got tired. I pulled him close to me. “Cum in me love,” I whispered. “I want to fall asleep knowing that a part of you is inside of me.” I kissed him. I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me.
“Baby, cum for me. Give it all to me,” I said.
I felt his whole body stiffen. I felt hot cum falling into my pussy. I’m coming again. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning. I met Tina in the kitchen. “Good night last night?” she asked.
I looked at him.
“‘Yes, there is a God,’ was really loud. Usually I only hear a soft sound, but this was loud and clear.”
I blush. “I’m sorry,” I say. Then add with a hint of a conspiratorial smile, “But yes, it’s nice.”
She laughed. “I’m glad one of us did well,” she replied.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “It must be hard for you to see us alone,” I sympathized.
He added, “Actually, no, it’s nice. It reminds us that true love still exists in the world, and it feels good to be a part of it. Even as a close observer.”
“You’re so much more than that,” I said, and hugged her.
That night, as I was changing, I thought of Tina in the shirt and boxer shorts. I looked at the little cotton bikini I had worn that evening. They are cute, but I have so many better ones that I always swap them out or save for a night out. I want to know why. Dave loves it when I wear sexy panties, so why don’t I wear them more often?
