"It seems we returned a little sooner than our women expected," Chance said, eyeing the two naked beauties on the bed.
Barry didn't say a word, though his gaze darted back and forth between Cari and Tanya, as though he couldn't believe what he had witnessed.
"I guess it would be rather ridiculous to ask what the hell is going on here," Chance said. "Anybody could see that. But would either of you like to say a word or two on the subject for Barry and me? Cari?
Tanya?"
"We were getting undressed after our swim," Tanya sputtered, groping for words. "It just happened."
"I seduced her," Cari said, suddenly feeling a surge of brazen courage.
"Now I'd believe that!" Chance answered with a wide grin. "What do you think, Barry?"
Barry still was speechless. His head moved slowly from side to side.
"Well, I think," Chance said, "it was one of the… sexiest things I've ever seen!"
"Chance?" Tanya stared at her husband, unsure if she heard him correctly.
"I don't see how any man with his wits about him could think it was anything else," Chance grinned, opening his arms to his wife, who came trotting across the room and planted a long kiss on his lips.
"And you?" Cari looked at her future husband.
"I don't know," Barry said with another shake of his head. "I still think you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen… but my future brother-in-law's wife comes in pretty close."
Cari replied in the same manner as her sister-in-law. "You're quite a man, Barry Cole."
"I know," he smiled. "You keep telling me and I'm beginning to believe it."
"I think these girls have started something we won't be able to stop, Barry, even if we wanted to," Chance said. "It looks like our family might be closer than we thought."
"Hey, you spilled the beans," Cari said looking up at Barry. He nodded.
"Don't let her gig you," Tanya said. "She told me too."
The big-breasted woman leaned over and kissed Barry, her naked tits brushing against his arm. The intimate contact got to him, though he tried not to show it. However, Chance and Cari both noticed.
"Cari," Chance said, turning to her, "since you girls have, if you'll pardon my choice of words, started to lay things bare today… I think we might do the same thing."
She wasn't expecting that, but she agreed. It was time to bring everything out in the open. She nodded. Chance quickly started in, revealing everything about their secret life as lovers. When Chance finished, Barry's face once more contained that blank, puzzled expression. He looked at Chance, then at Cari.
"Whew!" Tanya shook her head. "I wasn't prepared for that. But… I will admit it's a turn-on. The thought of you making it with your sister, or with any woman, gets to me. I've thought about it beforeit's exciting."
It was Chance's turn to look surprised. "I don't think I'll ever stop marveling at you." He hugged her tightly.
"I admit I was jealous when Chance told me about you, Tanya," Cari said. "But the thought of him making it with you also got to me. Very erotic."
"What about Barry?" Tanya asked. "Does the thought of your future husband balling another, say just for conversation purposes, your sister-in-law, turn you on?"
Cari's mind immediately filled with a picture of Barry atop Tanya's supine body. She felt the dampness of arousal seeping back into her loins. "Yes, yes it does."
"Well, then," Tanya said, walking from Chance's side and taking Barry's hand. "I think it's time Barry and I got acquainted and both of you are long overdue for a brother and sister reunion."
With a pleased smile on his face, Barry winked at Cari, then followed the voluptuous Tanya from the room. Cari felt another rush of excitement within her body.
"Well, little sister," Chance said behind her. "It was a hell of a lot easier than I thought it would be. I'm glad to get it all out in the open."
"Me too," she said, turning to him. "I've missed you."
"Ditto," he said with a nod. "Think we should make up for the past two months?"
"Whatever you say," she replied, running to him and throwing her arms around his neck. "I think a long kiss would be a good way to start."
He kissed her throwing his tongue deeply into her mouth. She accepted it, her own oral digit flicking and teasing around the exploring oral probe.
"Mmmmmm, that's every bit as good as I remembered it," she said. "Now, we've got to do something about your clothes! Because the thought of my man balling your wife in the next room has got me about to climb the walls. Big Brother, I need you; I need you to fuck me!"
Together, they managed to strip him in a matter of a few minutes. He then lifted her and carried her to the bed where she had made love with Tanya just a few minutes ago. There was security in the feel of his nakedness, an old familiarity that sent quivery desire shooting through her body.
His reactions were the same. For the past two months, he had tried not to think of his sister. Now all those penned up and repressed desires were burning within him. His cock jutted stiffly from his groin like a flag pole of need.
They kissed again as he lowered himself atop her supine body. Her thighs opened for him and the twitching head of his cock pressed to the lips of her pussy. There was no need for foreplay, his wife's mouth had left the young blonde's labia slick and ready for his entry. He shoved, skewering his whole fat prick up into her belly.
"Welcome back home, brother," she groaned, relishing the sudden impalement of her body. "God, it's good to have you back!"
"Very good," he whispered, his mouth kissing and taunting her neck as her head lolled between her shoulders. "My sister's still got the tightest pussy in the world."
His hips jerked up, dragging his ponderous tool from the hot recesses of her cunt. She squeezed down, making herself taut as though to prove just how tight she was. It was a homecoming. The feel of her young pussy brought back a flood of memories, good memories he had tried to suppress since his wedding. He now realized that it had been an impossible task; there was no way he could ever forget this delightful nymph and what they shared.
Downward, his pelvis shot, feeding the long, hard rod of his need into her. She groaned, her hips bucking up to receive the bulky offering of his sex.
Two lovers, that was what she had now, Barry and her brother. The feel of them, moving deeply inside her, created the same fiery passions, but they did it in so wonderfully different manners. She couldn't believe that she had really thought she could exist without her brother. Now, she wouldn't have to. Thank God for Barry and Tanya!
"Hard, give it to me hard!" She urged him on, her hands reaching down and squeezing the tension-filled cheeks of his buttocks. "Make me taste you!"
He slammed into her welcoming body, trying to drive his cock all the way up into her mouth. It was an impossible task, but one that was so pleasing to attempt. She grunted under his fleshy impact, thrashing about beneath him.
His cock glided in and out of her body, bathed in the liquid heat of her womanly juices. For the first time, he felt a bit of jealousy.
Barry now shared his sister's body each night-it had to be an every night thing with Cari, he knew his sister's needs too well. If it hadn't been for Tanya and her understanding, he wouldn't have this delightful teen-ager now. Thank God, my love! And thank you, Barry!
Sliding his hands upward, he found and gripped the rounded forms of his sister's apple-like breasts. He squeezed, kneading his fingers into the resilient flesh. He molded them, working on their pliant elasticity.
She felt so damn good!
Her whole body glowed. She was awash in wave after wave of sexual heat.
Her thighs ached. Her cunt trembled with each driving stroke of her brother's cock. Up and down, his hips fell, in and out the pistoning ramrod of his sex slithered in her juicy pussy.
She rocked and bucked under his imposing weight. She fucked him as he fucked her. She opened herself wide, letting his demanding cock drill even deeper into the burning reaches of her quim.
He was magnificent! There was no way she would deny that. Her brother was a pussy-pleasing stud of the first magnitude. Willing and wanton, she accepted the savage poling of his cock. Harder and harder, he slammed into her body. Harder and harder, she threw herself onto the stiffness of his manhood.
His balls were aflame with the consuming fires of lust. He ached and hurt for release. But he stemmed the tide of his own desire, whipping at the lovely woman-girl beneath him. Like a bull, he shafted in and out of her body, driving her higher and higher.
The familiar glowing sensation in her thighs began to grow, spreading, reaching. Their fire met at the core of her body and exploded in a rush of devouring pleasure. She came, trembling and quaking. Her cries of satisfaction whimpered piteously from the depths of her throat.
Then, and only then, did he lunge into her, securely rooting his prod in the innermost recesses of his sister's body. Like an erupting volcano, his lust pushed up the tiny channel of his prick, throbbing and burning. Out, in a fiery blast, he spewed a flood of man juice.
His body jerked spasmodically as the hot, thick streams of his seed scalded over the sensitive crown of his prick. Gush after gush fountained from his loins, filling the very receptive channel of his sister's cunt.
Together, lost in the ultimate of pleasures, their bodies quaked and writhed. Brother and sister, they were lovers once again. They held each other, gratefully caressing and fondling, their lust for one another sated.
"I have to admit I'm a bit nervous about this," Tanya said as she stretched back on the bed, displaying her nakedness for Barry.
His eyes roved over the voluptuousness of her body. His balls tightened and retightened themselves. She was beautiful. Not in the same way as his Cari, but there was no denying she was a beautiful woman-and desirable. Her tits were like mountainous mounds of delectable-looking flesh. Each bountiful knoll was topped by a dark, plump cherry of flesh. He could imagine the feel of those firm, shimmering domes, already feel their resilient flesh squelching up between his kneading fingers.
"We don't have to do this, if you don't want to," he said, his gaze probing the intimate rise of her pubis. Beneath the damp fur of her bush were slightly parted lips, the entrance to the pleasure of her body. His cock stiffened, straining to be free of his pants. He wanted this woman, but he didn't want her to feel she was obligated to entertain him while Chance balled Cari in the next room.
"I don't want out," she said with a shake of her head. "Do you?"
"No, I just wanted you to realize you didn't have to do this," he said.
"You sounded a bit hesitant."
"I know I don't have to make love with you," she replied. "I want to.
And I am hesitant. I've never had another man except Chance, so I'm nervous… but excited."
He grinned. He knew how she felt. After all, she would be his second woman-and what a woman. He still couldn't believe this was actually happening. He was marrying into one hell of a wild family and the more he found out about it, the more he liked it.
"I feel wonderfully wicked," the raven-haired beauty stretched out before him said. "You're quite a handsome man."
Damn if he didn't blush, she realized. She liked that. There was a touch of innocence to it. And women are attracted to innocence as much as men.
"I don't think I realized how beautiful you were until I saw you with Cari," he said. "Before that you were Chance's wife. In there, I saw you as a woman."
"An available woman?"
He nodded, and started to strip. Her gaze clung to him, watching as he discarded each piece of his clothing. He saw her nostrils flare and her chest heave deeply when he pulled away his shorts and freed the hardness of his prick.
"Lovely," she said as he walked to the bed and sat beside her. "I can see why Cari said you made her happy."
"Right now," he said, "I'd like to make you happy."
"Then, kiss me."
He did, flicking his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. The huge balls of her breasts rolled luxuriously against his chest. He delighted at their satiny texture, the feel of her nipples growing to stiff buttons of aroused flesh. As his tongue retreated, hers rushed in filling his mouth, taunting and teasing.
Her hands lightly caressed his back. He was so different to the touch from her husband. It was an exciting difference, one that stirred her deeply, setting forth a steady stream of juicy lubricants within her cunt. Her husband's sister as a lover, now this flaming-haired young man. This had happened so quickly she didn't have time to ponder or study it. But she liked it.
Downward, her fingers traced, until she eased a hand around to his crotch. Then there was the rigid spike of sex that jutted from his groin. She shivered. Now here was a difference. He wasn't as long as Chance, but the girth of this throbbing cock was thicker than her husband's tool. And his balls-they felt heavier, perhaps even larger.
It was strange, but she had never considered the fact that men sported different sexual equipment. It was the same as woman, she realized, different breasts, perhaps even different pussies. She squeezed her future brother-in-law's cock delighted by that titillating difference.
"Ahhhhh," she whimpered in a shivery little voice. He wiggled a finger up into the damp haven of her quim.
At the same time, he used his free hand and his mouth to busy the marshmallowy mounds of her breasts. He sucked, licked, and nibbled at the delectable, plentiful bulges of her melon-sized tits. His hand squeezed into the extraordinary resilient balls, loving the feel of his fingers sinking into the warmth of her flesh.
Meanwhile, his inquisitive finger swirling around in the hot channel of her cunt, tickled up the slit of her sex and found the extended nubbin of her clit. Its size surprised him, but its fatness made it that much easier to play with. He also discovered that this raven-haired beauty needed only light, brushing strokes to her pleasure button to send her writhing and squirming beside him.
Her earlier nervousness melted in the growing fires he ignited in her loins. Despite Cari's recent oral caresses, she felt every cell in her body crying out for this man, aching to feel him sliding into the willing gash of her pussy.
"Now," she moaned, tugging at the firm stalk of his cock. "Give me this … now."
Anticipation raged within him as he slid atop the voluptuous bed of her body. His balls were rock-hard and aching. His cock was a rigid spike of need and lust. He groaned as her expertly guiding hand eased his glans to the moist mouth of her belly.
Almost of their own volition, his hips plunged, shafting his swollen cock into the luxury of her hot, tight cunt. He skewered her, slamming every inch of his thick stalk up into the edacious tunnel of her love mound in one hard, grinding lunge.
"Aggarahhhhhh!" She lurched under him. Her arms flew around his waist, clinging tightly. The taut walls of her cunt squeezed down, molding themselves to the bulky contours of his drilling rod.
Big and thick, he splayed open her body and filled the wanton hole of her juicy pussy. That swollen difference of his shaft was very noticeable now. She felt stretched and packed. But there were no complaints; she loved it, showing her approval by undulating her pelvis, washing the spongy folds of her quim around the ponderous mass of him.
The flaming-haired man riding atop her supine body said a silent thank you to his future wife and her brother in the next room. Without them, this moment wouldn't have happened. Without them he wouldn't have known the fantastic sensations of burying his throbbing prick in the burning cunt of this seductive goddess.
The woman under him shared his gratitude. After twenty-two years of protecting her virginity, she had learned to love the feel of a man deeply entrenched within her body during her two months of marriage.
Now in the matter of an hour, she had discovered the pleasures of another woman, and the delight of taking a man, other than her husband, into her bed.
Surrendering herself to the man pressing down atop her, pinning her willing nakedness to the bed, she lost herself in the forceful lunges of his driving piston of manhood. Her hips rocked up and down, rhythmically accepting the meaty offering of his sex.
In and out, he fucked the tight slash of the woman's cunt. His cock was a searing wand of need. The clinging folds of her quim gripped at him, inciting a sexual friction that blasted down to his lust-laden balls.
Out and in, she welcomed the bludgeoning ramrod of desire that impaled her. She gripped at his buttocks, pulling at him. It seemed at that moment she was unable to get enough of him, unable to pull him deep enough into the wanton recesses of her body.
She lifted her knees toward the ceiling. Immediately, his lancing sword of flesh drilled deeper into the slippery sheath of her vagina. She bucked, thrusting her pelvis high to meet the slamming descent of his cock. She jerked back down, her rounded ass bouncing on the mattress beneath her.
Like a wild man, he rammed the adamant spike of his cock into the tender slit of her sex. His balls were afire. His temples pounded like a brass drum. Harder and deeper he reamed into the saddle of her supine body.
"Yes, yes, yesssss," she hissed in a wanton plea of need. "Fuck me.
Fuck me!"
He did. In complete abandon, he recklessly drilled and poled the steamy hole of her cunt. Deeper and deeper her body seemed to open to him, yet that fiery tightness remained, squeezing and gripping at his shaft.
Close! She was so close. Her nerve endings burned white-hot. Her thighs quivered and trembled. The aching channel of her pussy contracted and relaxed. She milked herself along his thick length, as though she was gobbling at his cock.
Higher and higher she soared on a one-way trip to ecstasy. And when she came, it was like a whirlwind of pleasure. She cried out, totally controlled by the pistoning prod of passion that so fully packed her writhing body.
His own will crumbled. No longer could he contain the hot lava aflame in his loins. He threw himself into her, rooting his throbbing cock in the hot interior of her quim. He groaned, jerking as that first rush of semen spurted through his length and blasted outward.
Again and again, fountains of lust spewed from the twitching head of his prick. Gratefully he emptied what seemed like a gallon or two into the willing tunnel of her cunt. Then, savoring the fulfilling and satisfying sensations that filled him, he lay atop her panting and heaving body.
"Good," she murmured, her arms and hands softly caressing his back.
"That was good. One fantastic way to get acquainted."
He kissed her and rolled from her nakedness before his weight became a burden rather than a pleasure. "One hell of a way to get acquainted!"
"We should do it more often," she said, snuggling closely to his body.
He smiled, once more agreeing with her. Her hand was weaving through the light-orange-red hairs of his chest. It felt soothing and relaxing.
"Do you think Chance and Cari are still in the other bedroom?" she asked, her hand drifting to his stomach, tickling at his navel.
"Probably, if I know Cari," he answered. "Why?"
"I was just wondering if I kissed that lovely cock of yours I could get it hard again," she said, rolling her dark eyes up to him. They flashed with a lusty glint.
His balls lurched within the confines of their sac. The mere thought of those luscious red lips wrapped around his dork sent fresh sensations of arousal through his groin.
"There's only one way to find out," he grinned, watching as she eased down toward his crotch and the sleeping length of his prick, still slick and shining with a coat of her own juices.
In another moment, he was watching those red, caressing lips, slide down, down along that same length.