Actually it was a bigger problem than either of them wanted to fair. Mona knew she was jealous that Amy would go to bed again with Erica. And she knew Amy felt the same about her.
Worn than this was her fear – shared by Amy – that Erica was going over the deep end when it came to girl-sex. Now that she was less worried about her own tendencies, Mona began to worry about Erica's instead.
There was a hard desperate edge of conviction in Erica's voice when she spoke to Mona about how a man could never satisfy her the way she had done. She feared her sister-in-law was trying to convince herself and everybody else that lesbianism was their true nature.
Mona knew it wasn't her true nature, because the mere thought of Steve made her cunt get juicy and hot.
Yet, Mona's feelings were confused. She knew she wanted to go to bed again with each of them. But it was all so damned complicated. She hadn't even heard from Steve for weeks. She also had a feeling she must help Erica to overcome this apparent conviction that she was a lesbian. And the beat way to do that was to get her brother and sister-in-law back together. With that accomplished, she could arrange to fuck with each of them now and then. Perhaps in time all three of them.
But she didn't know how to go about reconciling them. She didn't even know where Steve was.
Finally, when she was at her wit's end, he phoned her one evening and asked if he could come over. Her body ran with tire at the very sound of his voice.
Amy, understanding as ever, agreed to go out to a movie for the evening.
While waiting for Steve to show up, she put on all sorts of clothes that would make her as unattractive as possible. She put on a bra, some panties, then a very tight body-stocking over them. Then she put on a shapeless housecoat that she usually wore only when she was ill.
But when she answered the door, Steve's eyes burned into her so hotly that somehow it didn't even seem to matter what she was wearing. She invited him in and poured two glasses of wine. They sat sedately across from each other, with a coffee table between them, not really knowing what to say.
"I… thought I'd hear from you sooner," Mona said. Then she hated herself for sounding coy and flirtatious.
Steve nodded and sipped his wine. "I almost called you a thousand times, Mona. But each time I stopped because I thought you'd probably refuse me. I guess I thought you'd feel the way I did."
"How was that?"
"I wanted you. I still want you. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."
"But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?"
He shook his head, grinning. "No," he said. "As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole line of them. Just trying to find one that would make me forget you."
"And Erica?"
"I haven't seen her since I first saw you."
"Look, Steve," Mona said. "I know how you feel. I've been feeling that way too. But we can't let it get the best of us. You know as well sis to that it's wrong. That's why we kept away from each other as long as we did. It's not normal. Well feel guiltier and guiltier. I want you. Ohhhh, I do want you! But I've decided that I can't do that any more. It started a whole bunch of things that are really confusing me, and I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy. Normal. You know what I mean?"
"What things?" Steve asked, faintly jealous.
"Never mind what things." She didn't dare tell him. "Look, for one thing, I'm worried about Erica. She's acting a little strange. I know she hurt you, but surely you've hurt her enough in return by now. Why don't you two…"
"You've been talking to her?"
"I… saw her a few times. I think she needs you very much."
Steve glared at Mona. "I don't want her," he said. "I want you."
Mona shook her head and looked down at the floor. It was hard to keep the yearning desires of her own body under control.
"You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it. "Not any more. I think you should go back to your wife. We had something good. We can always remember it…"
Still staring at the floor, her eyes half-filled with tears, she didn't see him rise from his chair. But she felt him coming around the coffee table, felt his arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down into hers.
She kissed him back and parted her lips to his tongue. Her body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into her flesh through the fabric of her ugly clothes.
She pulled away from him, sobbing softly now. "We can't, Steve, we can't!" she cried. "I told you that."
But Steve clasped her face again in his rough palms and bruised her swollen lips with his mouth. His hands slid down her body a he kissed her. He clawed her responsive flesh through the housecoat.
Mona began to whimper and writhe, feeling the huge gristly lump of his cock against her thigh as she squirmed.
"Mona, oh Mona," he growled, kissing her neck, her throat, digging his finger into her springy tits through her bra. "I haven't been able to think of anything but you! You know it's been the same for you, you know it!"
"I know… ohhhhh, I know, I know!" she sobbed. "But I can't! We can't!"
Wriggling out of his strong embrace, she jumped to her feet. Tears spilled down her checks. "You have to go back to her, Steve. Maybe when you get back together with her… then… then we can…"
It sounded so strange to her, this proposal she was making that for a moment she thought she might be almost crazy. But maybe it would work. Afterward, she said to herself. Afterward we can fuck to our hearts' content. Already he was standing, coming toward her.
"You mean once I get back together with her, then I can have you?" Steve said, incredulous.
"Why not?" Mona replied in a meek voice.
Steve reached out and gripped the neckline of her ugly old housecoat. With one violent motion he ripped the whole thing off her. The cloth screamed as it tore. Mona's hot flesh quivered with excitement. Her knees turned to jelly as she anticipated what might happen now.
"Steve… Steve… Steve, no, no," she said, whimpering, backing away from him.
But he wouldn't let her get away. He was on her again, enfolding her in his strong arms, his fingers tearing at the snaps in the crotch of her body-stocking.
"I want you, Mona!" he breathed hoarsely. "I want to fuck you. I've been waiting so long, but I can't help it. I want to fuck you, I've got to fuck you, I've got to!"
"Ohhh!" Mona sighed. She was on the verge of giving in to him; her body needed him. Her cunt was wet and seething. She wanted to feel it filled up by the plunging stalk of his huge prick, the best one that had ever been inside her!
Steve got the body-stocking unsnapped and he pulled it up to her midriff. His hands moved hungrily over her smooth belly. His fingers dipped under the elastic band of her panties, darting down to her wet thatch, finding the aching lips of her throbbing pussy.
Mona hissed with pleasure. "Noooo, oh noooo," she moaned.
Quickly an idea came to her, something that might save them. It was now or never.
Suddenly, surprising him, she swarmed over him, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt buckle.
"Stew, ohhhh Steve," she panted, groping with his zipper. "Let me suck you? Ohhhh, let me suck you and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the mouth. I never got to take it in my mouth last time. Let me this time, please? Oh please! Let me suck you!"
Steve was taken by surprise. She had been resisting him, and now shw was nearly devouring his crotch. She tugged at his pants, trying to free his aching cock, panting and whimpering with amazing urgency as her hands tore at his clothing. She pulled him down beside her on the floor, yanking his pants and shorts down to his ankles, running her wet lips all over his hot prick.
"Ohhh Steve! Ohhhh baby," she moaned. "It's so beautiful! Your cock's so big and beautiful! I want to eat it! I want to swallow it!"
Mona held her brother's massive cock in one hand and licked it up and down. Then with a thick sob of lust and joy, she closed her thirsty mouth over the flaring purplish head of it and sucked him eagerly, giddy with the expectation of swallowing the hot jets of his orgasm.
Steve was shocked and surprised by her sudden voracious appetite for his cock. But he wasn't going to deny the pleasures she was offering, not when she began gobbling and stroking and sucking his throbbing prick like a mad woman. He lay back on the floor, digging his fingers into her hair and panting softly as he felt the juices rise.
Mona was wildly, screamingly in need of a climax herself. But the joy of this huge bursting cock in her mouth drove everything else out of her mind. She knew it would work. She would get Steve's racks off for him so beautifully that he would then be more agreeable to her plan.
So she sucked hard on his wet enormous prick. She drooled warm spittle on his pulsing silky cock, stabbing it with her tongue, then sucking it nearly down her throat, hearing him groan with pleasure.
Suddenly, without warning Steve jammed his cock into her throat with such power that she coughed and choked. She had been sucking his cock, but now he was fiercely fucking her in the throat. And she gagged deliriously and let him do it, feeling the warm milky rockets of his jism erupt deep in her mouth. His prick squirted and spurted into her throat, and she gulped down the thick gobs wantonly, sucking for more, gurgling and humming happily.
When it was over, Steve slumped back exhausted. Mona licked his gooey jism from her lips and caressed his limp cock, still burning with lust herself but determined not to give in to it. She was crawling with the need to have him fuck her, but she tried to control her trembling body. It was a selfish, perverted lust she felt, and she knew it would only bring them all more trouble. Maybe after he got back together with Erica, maybe then.
She pulled her rumpled body-stocking down over her panties again and mapped it tight then she kissed her brother.
"You see what I mean, don't you, baby? If we go on this way it's just too dangerous. Sooner or later one of us will have to end it. But if you're with Erica, then once in a while…"
Steve nodded. He was still pinning from the incredible satisfaction she had given him. "I suppose you're right," he said. "But I'm still puzzled about why you're so interested in Erica's well-being."
"I… think she needs you a lot more than she could ever say."
"What about you?"
"I need you, too, but you're my brother. Believe me, baby, it's almost too frightening."
Steve nodded again. "Maybe you're right. I guess I should give her a call."
Suddenly Mona felt the strange jealousy again. "She's very lovely. Promise you won't enjoy fucking her so much that you never come back to me just once in a while?"
Steve pulled her down on top of him and kissed her roughly. She could feel his massive prick throbbing to life again, pressed against the naked flesh of her thigh. "Never a chance of that," he groaned, digging his fingers into her ass.
She knew she had to get rid of him right now before she surrendered completely. Her juicy cunt was a seething pit of need. She struggled out of his grasp and shook her head. "Not until afterward," she said, smiling.
Steve stood up glumly and pulled up his pants. "I guess that gives me an extra reason to get started on this quickly, eh?" he grinned.
She nodded and kissed him goodbye at the door. But as soon as she shut the door behind him, she went to her bedroom. Quickly she slipped out of the body-stocking and her underwear. She couldn't even wait for Amy to come home.
She lay on the bed and began massaging the warm slimy lips of her cunt. Her fingers rubbed her swollen, aching cunt rapidly, urgently. And within seconds she was thrashing about and biting back her ecstatic screams, lashed by molten shockwaves of coming. She jabbed her fingers in and out of her pussy, coming again and again, relieving the pressure in her body.
But all the time she was wishing she had let him fuck her.