I love my wife very much and I think she's the most beautiful woman in the 
world. She's perfect even if many other men wouldn't think so. They would say 
"she's got no tits". Of course she has tits, but they aren't big, they are 
small but beautifully shaped, the true pear-shape where the up-curve is 
topped by a small aureolae and a little nub for nipple, her hips are rather 
wide and her ass is just delicious! Her pussy is very tight and is just able 
to accommodate my cock and it gets wet and the smell from it is almost 
overwhelming but to me it's intoxicating and acts as an aphrodisiac.
There is only one drawback. She is, and always has been, my sisters best 
friend. I love my sister, almost as much as I love Fenny, but having her call 
everyday and Fenny calling her in between, is a little too much and to top it 
all they are both very competitive and make all kinds of silly bets. I think 
that Fenny dated me as a payment for a forfeit even if she assures me that 
she already was in love with me at the time and if I hint that she gave me 
her virginity in the same way she'll sulk for a week.
This story starts a Saturday. My wife had lost a bet to my sister. She would 
be my sister's slave for a day and had gone to as usual "clean up that 
bitches place". They always called each other bitch when they had lost a bet, 
but if I would even try to say something derogatory about the one to the 
other I would an ice look and some scolding.
Anyway.
Just a little after eleven o'clock that night my wife stormed in and slammed 
the door behind her.
"That bitch!" she almost yelled.
I had never seen her that mad on my sister before so I just had to ask her 
what was the matter.
"She made me clean her apartment!"
"Well, dear, you expected that, didn't you?"
"Nude!"
"Oh."
"And that's not all!"
"It isn't?"
"No! She had bought a... a dildo!!! And she had me... told me to... To use 
it!!!"
I wasn't shocked by my wife's confession. She's always been very frank and I 
don't think that she has any secrets from me.
"Was it bad?"
"No, actually it was quit nice," she smiled. And then she turned sour again. 
"She told me to go into her bed-room and use it till I came. I did as she 
told me, of course. And after I had cum she had told me to call for her. I 
did that too. And do you know what the bitch did?!"
"N-no."
"She came in and looked at my cunt! Sniffed the air and PUSHED TWO FINGERS 
INSIDE IT!!"
"Oh. I can understand that it upset you."
"Yes! She used her thumb on my clit at the same time!"
"Oh-ho."
It began to dawn on me why Fenny was so mad. Her clit gets really sensitive 
after one orgasm and it just needs one little flicking by my tongue or finger 
to make her cum again.
"And did you? Cum I mean."
"Yes damn it!"
"Well was it bad?"
"Nooo. It was nice."
"So, why are you mad?"
"She didn't ask me! She ordered me to cum again so she could be sure that I
had obeyed her!"
"Oh, apparently she doesn't know..." I quieted when Fenny gave me a murderous 
look.
"So now you hate her," I said this mostly to divert her anger.
"Yes! NO! Of course not! I couldn't hate her!"
"Good. So are you still... hot?"
"Oh yes, I had to stop a couple of times on my way home. I had my hand inside 
my pants all the way!" she laughed.
"OK, come here then..."
At that time the phone rang. It was Patricia, my sister. Fenny talked to her 
for almost half an hour and when I asked what she wanted Fenny just said that 
she wanted to make sure that she had come home all right.
"And did you tell her that it took you longer that usual?"
"Nooo, but I told her that my revenge would be severe."
I forgot all about the incident until about three weeks later. My sister had 
made a silly bet with Fenny about the ingredients in some French dish of some 
sort. Silly because Trisha can't cook, judging by the meals she serves us 
when we visit her, while Fenny on the other hand could have been a pupil of 
Escoffiere.
Patricia knocked on the door early Saturday-evening.
"Your outfit is on the bed," Fenny told her coldly. "Go and put it on and 
then I have some chores for you."
I saw that my sister gave her a surprised look but she didn't say anything 
but headed to our bedroom.
A short while later she called for Fenny.
"What is it?" Fenny called back.
"There... There seems to... Where's the... Is this ALL I'LL HAVE ON?"
"Yes."
If I understood there rules correctly it was that if you protested or refused 
to obey you could either get your forfeit doubled or the winner could spank 
the looser. During all the years I had never heard any of them refuse or 
protest.
"Are you objecting?" my wife asked sweetly.
"N-no-o, it's just... Oh what the hell!"
A short while later I heard her approach and instinctively I looked up and my 
heart almost stopped beating! My sister stood in the door almost naked! For 
the first time since our early teens I saw her naked and I looked. First at 
her beat-red face. Not for long though. My look drifted down to her breasts. 
Almost as small as Fenny's but with bigger nipples, that probably was due to 
her embarrassment but even if the were flaccid they would've been bigger than 
my wife's. They were not pear-shaped more just jutting out from her chest, 
pointily. Flat stomach and narrow waist and... there was an apron blocking my 
view! Ah well. My sister was a beautiful woman all right.
My wife told her to come with her out in the kitchen.
"I have to learn you how to..."
Her voice trailed off as I saw my sister from behind. What an ass! It was 
even fuller than my wife's and it wiggled sensual when she followed Fenny out 
of the room. It ended in sort of two vertical lines and when she walked one 
cheek would push up and the other stretch out and it looked as if her butt 
gave me a crooked smile. And was that her pussy-lips I could glimpse between 
the wiggling ass-cheeks? I could feel my cock twitch a little as I followed 
her with my eyes and I silently scolded myself for getting horny on my own 
sister.
I herd pots rattle and china crash and a swat on bare flesh a "Ouch!" from my 
sister and a hissed voice saying something, my wife's.
Again I settled down and continued reading the novel I had started earlier 
and soon I forgot everything around me but was reminded of reality when my 
wife told me to get ready for dinner.
"You mean ready... or ready?"
I now it sounds as a silly question but the fact is that Fenny and I had a 
habit when we were on our own Saturdays. We showered before dinner and then 
we had dinner in the nude and just let the dishes for the next day and went 
to bed naked and ready, but we liked to draw out on it for as long as 
possible and we just lay there watching some TV, talking and holding each 
other till my cock would hurt and my balls would start to change color and 
then we would fuck, Fenny was just as wet as I was hard so there wasn't any 
delays.
"Yes. I mean ready. As usual."
"But... but Trisha..."
"Yes. What about her?"
"Is she... Has she..."
"Oh. No she hasn't. There will be a little change in our usual Saturday 
activities. We have to stay here, we can't leave her on her own, can we?"
"WHAT?!"
"Oh, it's no big deal. She'll be almost naked too."
"Yes. Yes I know that! I have seen her for God's sake!"
"Good. Now get ready. Dinner in half an hour."
A little dazed I made my way to the bathroom, showered and put my white 
teddy-bathrobe on. I would be damn if I was going to sit down at the dinner 
table naked in front of my sister! Her being almost naked or not!
Fenny gave me a look when I came back but she didn't say anything just went 
to the bathroom and got ready and soon she appeared, naked, of course.
"As usual, I said," she said in a tone she never had used before. Almost as 
an order and I obeyed her after I had a little thought about it. After all I 
would be sitting by the table with my privates hidden under it so...
"You may serve dinner now!" Fenny called to Tricha.
Reluctantly my sister entered and she almost dropped the tray she had in her 
hands when she saw us.
"B-b-but..."
"What? Objections?"
"N-no."
Patricia bowed her head and served first my wife and than me. I must admit 
that I had some trouble getting any salad on my plate since my eyes were 
glued on my sisters breasts. They hardly moved as she bent down putting the 
plate of salad in front of me and when she served me wine her right breast 
tightened up a little as she reached over to pour wine into my glass and it 
was an almost flat chest with a puffy nipple I saw. I'm ashamed to confess to 
being aroused by the sight of my sister's breasts but my cock didn't have any 
shame and stood hard in the hiding under the table. The sight of her tight 
ass wiggling as she departed the room and went out to the kitchen didn't help 
anything at all.
"Hm," my wife said."
"What dear?"
She looked up at me with her big blue eyes.
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking. It's a great thing. Thinking I mean. You're able 
to do almost, no you are able to do everything in your mind, and sometimes 
you can benefit from it too," she added a little thoughtful.
"Like what?"
"Oh, a lot of things. Ready for the main course?"
"Yes, thank you."
"It might interest you to know that we're having Veal or 'Côte de veau 
Milanaise' the one that Trisha thought she could cook. I taught her how to 
cook it, didn't I, Trisha?" she asked when my sister came in with the veal.
"Yes," she mumbled.
I thought I could see my wife's arm move when Trisha stood by her side and 
that my sister's nipples swelled a little but I thought it was just my 
imagination playing me a prank. But I distinctly saw Fenny whisper something 
to my sister and saw her blush.
My sister stooped a little more when she served me and I wasn't able to look 
at her breasts but instead it almost brushed against my chin and if I had 
turned my head it would have ended up in my mouth, but of course I didn't. It 
was my sister's not my wife's.
I was able to once again look at her ass wiggle it's way across the room and 
it was a sight for my eyes and when she returned with another bottle of wine 
she looked a little flushed.
This time I saw my wife's arm move as Trisha stood by her side and how my 
sister jumped a little and blushed deeply and I understood that my wife was 
making her pay for her fingering her pussy! I couldn't hide a little smile 
and when my sister saw this she blushed an even deeper shade of red.
When she stood by my side I could clearly smell her private smell and I 
couldn't help myself but I sniffed, rather loudly, and believe me or not but 
her blush spread all over her body! My wife smiled innocently at me but at 
the same time she winked and that betrayed her! She had been fingering my 
sister's pussy! And when Trisha looked up at her she pushed her finger into 
her mouth and sucked on it! Trisha was beet-red and her tight little ass 
almost didn't move when she exited the room, so tense was she.
As soon as we had finished our meal we took our wine-glasses and sat on the 
couch while Trisha cleared the table and after she had put the dishes in the 
dish-washer she came in and stood in front of us looking at my wife for 
orders.
"You may sit over there," my wife pointed at a chair which was facing our 
way.
I tried to get a glimpse under my sister's apron as she sat down but she did 
it so primly that nothing showed.
Fenny stretched out on the sofa behind me and took me by my shoulders and 
drew me down in front of her, exposing my half-hard cock to my sister's eyes. 
She turned beat-red again but didn't avert her eyes!
Fenny didn't hesitate she just let her hand sneak around me and down to my 
cock and fondled it making it explode into full hardness, she took my hand 
and placed it on her hairy pussy.
"Am I wet?" she whispered giggling in my ear.
I just nodded while my fingers traveled the long slit feeling how it sprung 
open and how more of her juices wetted my fingers. Soon the smell of her 
woman-hood drifted up and I sniffed the air, just as I had done when my 
sister's smell was noticeable at the table. Fenny didn't mind though, she 
just slapped me lightly on my back and giggled. 
"Push two fingers in me to warn me before you cum," she whispered, not 
quietly, but high enough for my sister to hear if she was focused.
I glanced over at her and I saw that her eyes hadn't left my stiff cock. She 
licked her lips from time to time and I saw that her thighs moved as she 
slowly rubbed them together.
The sight of this and my wife's massaging hand on my cock made me so hot that 
I knew that I wouldn't last much longer so I pushed, with ease, two fingers 
inside my wife's pussy and I could feel how it squeezed my fingers, welcoming 
them inside, but instead of pumping my cock a little faster and making me 
squirt my jism all over her hand she let go of it as if she had burned her 
fingers!
"Trisha," I heard her call, and then a little louder when my sister didn't 
show any sign of noticing her.
"Hm? Yes? What?"
"I think Sam's about to cum."
"Oh," again she licked her lips, this time in anticipation.
"Yes. And I think that you should have the honor of making him cum!"
"Wh-wh-what!?"
"Yes. Objections?" the last was uttered in a threatening tone.
My sister's eyes almost popped out of their sockets and her tongue flicked 
over her lips almost constantly.
"N-n-no..."
"Good. Come over here then."
My sister slowly approached us, it wasn't more than a couple of steps but it 
seemed to take her forever to cross the floor and when she stood in front of 
us my wife flipped the pillows behind her down on the floor behind the couch 
and moved away as she at the same time rolled me over on my back and when my 
sister reached out her hand to touch my cock she stopped her.
"No! Don't touch it. Only I can touch it!"
"But-but... You said..."
"Yes I know what said. But you can't touch his cock. Straddle him!"
"What! Oh no! I can't do that! I can't do it! Not..."
"Objections?"
"NO! But you know that I can't."
"Oh, of course you can. Come on. Straddle him."
As if she was hypnotized my sister put one knee between me and Fenny and then 
she put the other on the outside and stood on straight thighs over my cock!
"Open your cunt for him!"
Trisha reached under that damn apron that prevented me from seeing her pussy 
and fumbled around for a bit and my wife took my stiff cock and pointed it 
upwards.
"Now sink down," she ordered in a hushed voice.
My sister glanced at me but immediately averted her eyes and looked at my 
wife instead as she slowly sank down and soon the tip of the helm of my cock 
touched her pussy and I could feel that it was wet and slippery and then the 
head slipped in and my sister moaned as it spread the inside of her pussy 
apart and she let go of her pussy-lips and her hands just flailed aimlessly 
with nothing to hold on to. I took pity of her and reached up and held her by 
her waist and she let her hands fall down and steadied herself by holding my 
hands in hers.
She had to lift a little to get me further inside and she moaned again as my 
cock penetrated her another little bit and this time I joined her moaning 
with a grunting sound of pleasure.
Another lifting of her and a sinking down and now almost half of my cock was 
inside her and she just sat there, getting used to the feeling of my 
incestuous cock making way into her likewise incestuous cunt. It was obvious 
that she hadn't been fucked many times because though she was running wet her 
pussy wouldn't give way for a swift penetration but after a couple more 
lifting and sinking downs she was fully impaled on my hard shaft and she just 
sat there staring out in the air, looking at nothing. Her tongue flicked once 
in a while over her dry lips and her lips were drawn back so her teeth 
glimmered white as she concentrated on lifting herself and sinking down on my 
cock.
"My god..." she whispered so silently that I hardly heard it. "I'm doing it! 
Oh dear god! Oh-h-h, yesss!!!"
The latter she almost cried out as her pussy clamped down on my cock as she 
came and then she came again and again and she kept orgasming in every fifth 
or sixth down-stroke and when she did she stayed for a little while with my 
cock deeply buried in her cunt, rubbing her clit against the coarse hair 
around the base of my cock and I could almost imagine how her pussy-lips 
opened up and spread out covering all of my pubic bone, kissing it.
Suddenly Fenny reached out her hand and untied the knot on the back of the 
apron and withdrew the apron and gave me free sight for the first time on my 
sisters cuntal area!
The pubic hair was almost identical to mine, same color and I could see that 
it had the same texture, almost straight but hers grew in a downward way 
while mine stood almost straight out from the skin. Mine was at this moment 
matted with her cunt-juices, seeming to run freely and the smell that I had 
smelled at the dinner-table whiffed again up to my nose but this time it had 
a new meaning. It was I who made her wet and the thought made me coming to 
the verge of orgasm and I looked over at my wife with an unspoken question.
"Yes, give it to her! She want's it! Don't you?"
"Oh yes! Give it to me! All of it! Fill me up! Fill my cunt with your fucking 
sperm!"
My sister's pussy gave my stiff cock, deeply buried in her womb, a squeeze 
responding to every exclamation and that was to much for me and when the 
first gush of sperm shot through the tube on the underside of my cock and 
straight up her womb she stopped, grinding her pussy as deep down as she 
could for the first couple of spurts and then she started to rise and fall 
again coaxing more of my load out of my reservoir.
When she felt that the flood had ceased to flow she fell down on my chest, 
breathing shallow and moaning once in a while when her pussy cramped in the 
after-glowing orgasms that a woman often have after a great one and my cock 
twitched at every squeeze and I could feel how she smiled everytime this 
happened.
Finally my sister lifted her head and looked me in the eyes and gave me a 
soft kiss with dry lips before she turned to my wife.
"You know what you have done? Don't you?"
"Yes. I know. This is what you want isn't it?"
"Oh..." Trisha was silent for a while and I could see how Fenny looked a 
little worried. "Yes..." my sister whispered. "This is what I wanted. Always 
have. Oh no," she moaned disappointed when my cock suddenly fell out of her 
slippery hole.
"I think we all need a glass of whine," Fenny said and rolled over my sister 
and me and we both looked at her wiggling ass as she fetched the glasses and 
the bottle.
"What was all that about?" I asked to no-one specially when we sat sipping 
our whine.
"What?" both women asked.
"Earlier. When you asked Fenny if she knew what she had done?
My sister blushed before she answered.
"I.. I... Hum, is... Was... A v-virgin!" she almost whispered.
"What!?"
"Oh not technically. I've been using a dildo all these years, I tried a 
vibrator once, but that didn't approve of my fantasy."
I looked astounded at my sister while she freely, but blushing, told me all 
this.
"Oh, I can't have any secrets now, you already know me, ALL of me, that is 
worth knowing so you might as well know the rest." She emptied her glass and 
poured another before she continued. "I've loved you all these years. Not 
only as a brother but as a man as well. No, I was never jealous at Fenny, I 
love her more than I could love a sister and I wanted her to be happy. Envied 
her, yes a little, but I knew... thought that my love never would be 
fulfilled, but now that it has... Well I won't die as a spinster regretting 
her life. I've got my share and that was more than I could ever hope for... 
And maybe a little more."
She looked over at Fenny and smiled at her and my wife leaned over me and 
gave my sister a little kiss.
"It won't have to end, you know. I could need some help around the house, 
well not the house maybe, but in the bedroom, and when you use your brother 
you could... could bring me off at the same time. You did good when you did 
it and I would love to have you do it again..."
"Oh, I would love to. Till my tummy gets in the way at least, then you may 
have to help me while you fuck your husband."
"Huh?" I asked.
"Oh, the bitch know that I'm smack in the middle of my period and probably 
being pregnant already and if not... Maybe we could make it later..."
My sister became pregnant with my child. We were happy about all three of us 
and the only hard part was to come up with a story that our parents would 
believe when Trisha told them that she was pregnant and was going to move in 
with us.
The story we told was that she had been seeing this guy and that when he 
found out that she was pregnant he had taken off like lightning.
Our parents bought it and they even supported our decision to have her live 
with us and they even suggested that we bought a house now that Trisha would 
contribute to our budget with her income. We took up on it and we found a 
nice two story house with a basement which I altered to a study were Trisha 
could lean her nose over her books and even spend the night on a sofa if it 
got to late for her to join us in the double-bed.
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