The Cabin





"Do you think your sister's hot, Joe?"


"Do you think your sister's hot, Joe?"

"What?" Eleven-thirty Friday night. We had come upstairs to the bedroom after going out earlier with Katie, as we did once a month. Dinner. A few drinks. Conversation. Laughter.

"You heard, buster. She is hot, isn't she? Kate's hot."

I unbuttoned my dark blue linen shirt, let it slip from my shoulders and tossed it toward the laundry basket in the bathroom and missed. I went through and picked it up before Bel told me to.

"I'm hardly the one to ask, am I? She's my sister. How'm I supposed to know if she's hot or not?"

Bel laughed, out of her own top now, standing on the other side of the bed in a short skirt and red bra. My cock twitched involuntarily. After our Friday nights with Katie we almost always had sex, and that's what I'd been thinking about on the drive home.

"You're a man—last time I looked, anyway. Men don't care about who women are. Mom, sister, aunt, all you see is tits and ass."

I pulled a face as I came back into the bedroom, tried not to make it obvious I was watching as Bel slipped out of her skirt, walked to the closet and hung it up. Her tiny matching red panties hugged her round ass, caressing it like my hands wanted to.

"But Katie's my sis, Bel. Sisters are different." Not telling my beautiful wife I'd had thoughts about Katie since I was old enough to realize girls were different to boys. Hell, more than thoughts. Late nights jacking off in a haze of images, Katie in there somewhere all mixed up with other girls and women, more so as puberty hit its raging peak, less as I got older and guilt kicked in harder, but every now and then those thoughts resurfaced.

I stepped out of my pants, hung them up, walking close by Bel as I went to my closet, feeling the heat of her body touch mine and my cock thickened inside my shorts. When I turned back I saw Bel's eyes glance down, back up. Her face showed nothing, but I knew she'd noticed. It was friday.

"Well, I think she's hot. And I don't see why you can't think so too. It's not as if I asked if you wanted to fuck her or anything."

I think my mouth must have dropped open because Bel put her hand up to stifle a giggle. I saw her gaze drop to my shorts again. All this talk was making me harder by the second, and I wondered if Bel was doing it on purpose. I hoped so. Bel in this kind of mood was fun. When she dropped her hand she reached behind and unclipped her bra, stood for a moment with it cupping her breasts, then she gave a little shimmy so it slipped away and she caught it. Her nipples, already peaked, traced jagged circles in the air.

I walked past her, deliberately not reaching out as I knew she expected, went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I came back Bel had removed her panties and lay on top of the bed on her front. I stopped in the doorway and stripped out of my shorts, added them to the laundry. My cock stuck out almost fully erect now and Bel turned her head and looked at me.

"I thought it was too warm to get under the covers."

"You did?"

I caught the edge of her smile, white teeth against dark red lips. She'd left her lipstick on, and at the thought my cock came fully hard.

"You want a back rub?"

Bel nodded. "That'd be a good start."

I knelt beside her and ran my hand along her leg from ankle to thigh, allowing my fingers to trail inside the cleft of her ass and saw Bel's skin pucker into gooseflesh. She liked being teased. I put some more pressure into it and kneaded her waist, back and shoulder, kissed her shoulder then worked my way down. Bel's hand snaked out, found my thigh, moved up to cup my balls for a moment before finding their true target.

"Mm... I like it when you get hard this fast." She mumbled into the covers, stroking me without looking, running her slim fingers the length of my erection, smoothing the tip of her index finger over my glans, spreading the slick pre-cum that was already oozing.

I kissed the side of her hip, smoothed my fingers along her thigh, coming up inside her legs and Bel eased herself open for me. She was as ready as me, her cleft slick and wet against my finger. I spread some of that wetness along her crack and around her asshole. Bel shivered as my finger traced her neat, pink bud.

"Oh Joe... don't tease a girl."

I kissed her on the point her ass bloomed from her waist, where the valley of her butt began, and she lifted her hips, offering herself to me. I knew Bel liked me to play with her ass, loved it when I licked her there, but we'd never done anything more. I was never sure if Bel wanted anything more, but she sure liked me getting her ass good and wet. She lifted herself again, her hand pulling away from my cock.

"Come underneath me," she said, widening her legs. I scooted back, slid between her thighs and she tugged me on, her fingers finding my cock again, her mouth dropping to my cock and taking me inside in one smooth motion. Almost at once she pulled back, moved her mouth to my balls and wet them with her tongue, letting spit fall onto them. I almost came there and then, made an effort to control myself.

I gripped Bel's hips with my hands and licked along the cleft of her ass and she jerked, jerked again when I found her most sensitive spot with the tip of my tongue.

"Oh shit, Joe, make me come honey."

Bel's body was on fire, heat radiating from her, and I made my tongue stiff and pressed against her asshole. Bel whimpered and pushed back. We'd done this asshole thing the last couple of years. I discovered it by accident as I was going down on her, slipped too far back and Bel made no objection so a couple weeks later I tried again. We didn't ever talk about it, but I knew Bel liked what I did.

I pushed my thumb inside her pussy, cradled her clitoris in the angle of my hand and moved it gently. I pushed harder into her ass, probing deeper than I ever had before. Bel rode against me, taking my cock inside her mouth again but she was breathing hard now, gasping around my length and not really doing much but I didn't care, I was going to come anyway from what I was doing to her.

Bel rocked steadily against my hand. I lifted my left hand and used my finger against her asshole. I'd done the same for the first time a week before but hadn't invaded her, just used the tip to add a little pressure. This time I pushed, slipping my tongue clear, her asshole wet and ready and I pushed my finger inside her and Bel gasped as I slipped the full length inside.

"Oh God Joe, you're a fucking animal... don't stop."

"You like my finger?" Words. I sometimes wondered why we didn't use them more, Bel and I.

She nodded, my cock slipping free of her lips and I humped up against her face.

"Say it," I said, about to tip over whether she was sucking me or not.

"I like your finger, Joe."

I pushed harder, working it in and out faster, my face inches away, entranced at the sight. Bel has a stupendous ass, the budded center pink and sweet and inviting, but I hardly dreamed she might want me to do this to her.

"Where d'you like my finger, Bel?"

"Oh God." She trembled. "Don't make me... oh sweet Jesus..." The trembling increased and I knew she was there already.

I lifted up, licked around where my finger entered her and Bel squealed. She sat back, flattening my face under her ass as my finger buried itself deep inside her. I felt her hand join mine at her pussy as she bucked on top of me. I was going to have to move soon because I couldn't breathe, but I'd hold on as long as possible because Bel had never come like this before, not with me and, I guessed, not with anyone else either. I slipped my thumb free of her pussy and fumbled for my cock, needing my own release and Bel gasped.

"God yes, Joe, rub yourself for me."

This sure was a night for surprises. The thought of Bel watching me jacking off sent me over and I arched my back, spraying cum. Bel rolled off me fast and for a moment, my finger pulling free from her ass with a tiny pop and I thought I'd done something to disgust her, but she was searching for my cock, trying to take my cum into her mouth. I could breathe now, and see, as my cock ejaculated onto Bel's cheek and then her bright red lips closed over me and I came against her tongue. We'd done this before, but usually I pulled away before I came, unsure if Bel wanted me to come into her mouth. Tonight she was hungry, swallowing everything I had left that hadn't already splashed across her belly.

In the aftermath we lay head to toe, Bel playing with my softening cock. A ring of lipstick marked where her lips had tightened around me. Now she sucked the entire flaccid length inside her mouth, releasing it wet and glistening. I stroked her back and ass, brushing my fingers across her asshole.

Bel said, "We're you thinking of Katie? Is that why you came so hard?"

I lifted up, removing my hand from her ass and she pulled a face.

"What's this thing with Katie? And no, I wasn't."

"I wouldn't mind if you were."

I stared at her and Bel laughed.

"Why the big frown?"

"Where the hell is this coming from, Bel?"

She shrugged, breasts moving.

"I been thinking lately, is all. Katie seems so lonely these days, and kinda stressed."

"She does an important job."

"I know. But she needs some fun, too." Bel tried to look innocent but there was something going on inside her brown eyes.

"Then we can fix her up with a date."

"Katie's scary, you know that. Remember John Parker? We both thought he was perfect, but Katie's so... so beautiful, so bright, I think he felt inadequate. It didn't last two weeks. How many long term relationships has Katie ever had?"

"That I know about?"

"Sure. That you know about."

"None."

"So how does she de-stress?"

"Maybe she's got her own way."

"When was the last time she took a vacation?"

I thought back. As far as I remembered it had been the year we both turned eighteen and Mom and Dad took us to Florida, the Keys, for a week. We had lazed around on the sand, taken a skiff out on the water, fished for bonefish and dived for clams.

"When?" Bel nudged me, and I was aware I'd gone to another place, picturing Katie in the tiny black bikini she wore that year that was too small for her. By then we'd both been offered placed in college and it was as if the bikini was part of her old life and she didn't want to buy a new one. I guess Katie had known she was on a different track by then.

"Eight years, I guess. Katie doesn't do vacations."

"She should." Bel snuggled against me, her body soft and boneless after the sex. I kissed the top of her head, smelling shampoo, felt myself starting to get hard again.

"I agree. A vacation would do her good."

"I'll ask her." Bel hugged me, kissed my cheek, wiped the wet spot away with her fingers. "She can come with us."

I turned my head. What the hell was Bel plotting here? Why this all of a sudden? I thought after five years of marriage I knew my wife pretty well. This stuff was coming completely out of left field.

"You think that's a good idea? We booked the small cottage, didn't we?" Same as we did every summer, even though Florida was not a summer vacation spot, we liked the heat, the lack of crowds other than the Brits who had been sold on the idea of a week in Florida, not knowing it was going to top a hundred most days.

"There a couch pulls out into a bed. You can use that."

I laughed. "I can?"

Bel started running her fingers down my belly, catching the start of my pubic hair and my cock twitched and stiffened and after a couple more passes her fingers closed around me.

"I thought me and Katie could use the bed. You already told me she's not hot, so you won't want to fuck her. But I might."

"Bel, what the fuck—" But she stopped me, swinging her legs over my head and sitting on my face while her mouth took a good length of my cock. I stopped arguing, the feel of her tongue probing the head of my cock too great to resist, and I probed back, pushing as far as I could inside her pussy. And while Bel made me come again it was Katie I pictured sitting against my mouth, wondering if she'd taste different to my wife, knowing her body would feel different. What was Bel thinking of?

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Katie surprised me. The following month at our usual get together, as we sat in Torini's eating creamed chicken with asparagus tips and tiny roasted potatoes, drinking a good Pinot Grigio, Bel up and popped the question straight out and Katie said sure, she'd love to join us if we didn't mind a hanger on.

"Are you sure?" It was me tried to put the lid back. Bel hadn't said a word all week, acting normal. Me, I'd discover the idea popping into my head at odd moments, each time wondering what Bel was thinking of. I'd never heard mention of her having a thing for girls, but she sure as hell sounded like she had a thing for Katie. Or was she only teasing me? Strange way to tease, I thought.

Katie turned her gaze from Bel to me, clear blue eyes large, intelligent. My eyes—except I lacked that intelligence.

"When was the last time I took a real vacation, Joe?" Her eyes wandered my face as if looking for something, rose back to meet mine having failed to find it. She raised perfectly manicured brows, pale blonde to match her hair. We might be twins but Katie looked nothing at like me. Light where I was dark, slim and willowy, intelligent. And, of course, she was a girl. I'd noticed.

It was the same question Bel had asked me, so I gave the same answer. "The year before we went to college."

Katie nodded. Bel speared asparagus and slid the tip between her lips in a distracting manner. She slipped it in and out three times then bit down, chewed. It was lucky the table hid the bulge growing in my pants. We formed a triangle, sitting at a round table, Bel marginally closer to Katie than she was to me so I could see both the women I loved easily.

"That seems an age ago now," Katie said. She looked down at her plate, moved some chicken around. A small frown crossed her brow as though she was trying to make sense of what she was eating. "Nine years ago."

"Eight," I said.

"Is it? How about we settle on eight and a half?"

I nodded. Katie was always right about these things.

Katie laughed, decided on a small piece of chicken, lifted it to her lips and chewed. A little cream sauce caught on the side of her mouth and her tongue came out and licked it away.

"Too long then, I guess. God, I wonder if I still got that old bikini?"

I felt my face warm, remembering how she'd looked in it. She'd had it since she was sixteen, but by eighteen her breasts and hips had filled out. I don't know why Mom and Dad didn't tell her to go get a new one. It was positively obscene. Katie would lie on the sun lounger, sweat pricking out across her back, thighs slightly parted. I lay on the other lounger staring along her thighs to their meeting point. The black nylon cupped her ass like a lover's touch, outlined the cleft between her legs. Here and there faint blonde hairs curled out from beneath the elastic and if anyone had asked me to get up I couldn't have because my cock was painfully hard.

"Hey, we could go shopping," Bel said. "We can buy you a new Florida outfit. I bet you don't have much in the way of shorts and halter-tops, do you?"

"Funnily enough it's not a look I wear often."

Katie graduated top of her class, having studied law. Instead of going to a big city firm—she could have gotten a job about anywhere—she moved back close to where I lived with Bel. We weren't married then, soon would be, but we'd lived together since our second year in college. Katie started at the bottom but within three years was made partner. She specialized in high end corporate law, the kind of stuff us mere mortals didn't even understand. To Katie it was like breathing. I guess when we shared a womb together all my brains leaked across and went into her. I do okay, but I'm no Katie.

"You sure you can make the time?" I was still trying to put obstacles in the way, not sure why, not sure if I wanted what Bel seemed to be planning or not. No, wrong. Wanting it, but wanting it too much, not sure if Bel was kidding me, most times convinced she had to be.

Katie glanced at Bel. "Remind me of the dates, Bel?" The way she said it I was convinced they had talked about it before tonight. Katie pulled her iPhone from her bag and opened her calendar.

"First week in August," Bel said. "Roasting time." She grinned.

"We always used to go then, didn't we?" Katie scrolled through the months on the small screen, then looked up at me, studying my face again.

"Except that last time. But you know Pop, he always said it was cheaper in summer."

"He was always such a tight-ass. Still is." She looked at me such a long time my face grew warm and I concentrated on my dinner. She was still looking when I started chewing and glanced back up.

"Pop's okay," I said.

Katie nodded. "Sure. I know he is. But he does love a bargain. I've got a case finishing end of July, nothing in the diary until the end of August. I'd been thinking of taking a break anyway."

I ate more chicken with a spear of asparagus, not making a fuss with it like Bel had.

"You had?"

Katie shrugged. Beneath her loose dress her breasts moved. I swallowed, looked for more chicken.

"Don't you believe me?" Katie smiled sweetly.

"You never have before."

"Well this year I am."

"How about tomorrow?" Bel said, breaking the tension that had grown between me and my sister, something going on here, something completely new.

"Tomorrow?" Katie broke eye contact, leaned toward Bel and I looked at the two of them, Bel dark haired, olive-skinned, Katie blonde, her skin the color of cream but I knew she rarely burned, always using plenty of lotion. There had been times she'd asked me to spread it across her back and I'd always obliged, needing to lie on my front again after. Seemed to me, thinking back, I spent a great deal of time lying on my front on vacation.

"We can go shopping tomorrow. For your outfits."

Katie laughed. "That sounds fun. Sure."

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We drove down in our station wagon because Katie's Porsche had no chance of carrying the three of us, and it seemed she didn't want to bring her own vehicle anyway. It was like she'd let go, released hold on herself, letting Bel direct her. Maybe that was a vacation for Katie, not having to be controlled and in control all the time.

I knew the way to the cabin in my sleep. We started before dawn, leaving Heartville a little after 4 a.m., 600 miles ahead of us. Katie sat in back dozing, dressed in the new clothes she and Bel had picked out for her. She had tossed only one small suitcase in the back of the station wagon so they couldn't have bought too much on their shopping spree. We slid from Georgia into Florida with the sun coming up on our left, stopped an hour later for breakfast. An hour after that we were on our way again. By five in the afternoon the station wagon bounced along the half mile of rutted track and I pulled up on a sandy turn-in behind the cabin we rented this time every year. Katie and Bel had changed placed on the way down and as I killed the engine Katie leaned forward. I looked away, trying not to stare at the way her breasts stretched the halter top she wore, like I had spent the last two hours trying not to stare at her long legs resting on the dash.

"Joe—this is the same place."

I nodded, said, "Of course it is," and she grinned.

"You come to the same place we used to? Every year?"

I nodded again.

Katie laughed and slapped my chest with the back of her hand.

"I never knew."

"We there?" Bel had fallen asleep in back, straightened up now and leaned over the seat. She rested one hand on my shoulder, another on Katie's, her long fingers dark against Katie's skin.





Katie opened her door, letting the late-afternoon furnace heat in.

"Oh God," she arched her back, stretched her legs out onto the sand. "The heat. I'd forgotten about the heat."

"Too much for you?" Bel asked.

Katie shook her head. "No way. I was remembering is all, what it was like. I love it. This ought to melt my bones for me." Katie slid out and walked past the cabin, stood on the far side with her hands on her hips staring at the ocean. She looked like she belonged. Lean body, narrow hips, the short skirt Bel had chosen fluttering in the sea breeze, caressing her thighs.

Bel leaned even further over the seat, turned my face and kissed me, a long, deep kiss that brought arousal flooding my belly. She hadn't mentioned anything about Katie since that first night six weeks earlier, but I knew something was going through her head. The sex between us had been unbelievable, Bel demanding, commanding, directing me until she achieved satisfaction. But not another word about my sister, even though I had a suspicion she was what it was all about. And I went along, equally aroused, wondering what the week on Saddleloaf Key was going to bring. Scared too. Scared of myself. Scared for my sister and my wife.

I'd been staring too long. Bel punched the back of my shoulder. "Come on, caveman, get these cases inside and lets go swimming."

Katie heard. "Swimming?"

"Swimming," Bel said, climbing out.

I opened my door and stepped into the oven, went around back and lugged our two cases inside, tossed them into the small bedroom, went back for Katie's. I wasn't quite sure what to do with it, so stood it up on the side of the living room. Katie and Bel had walked down to the water. A bay cupped the cabin, clear blue water with far out a sandbar cutting off the deeper ocean. I knew from experience the shallow water in the bay would be blood-heat.

Ours was the only cabin on this side of the Key facing east. The land around us was low-lying scrub, most of it marked as a nature reserve, stopping any new building. I went back to the car and carried the groceries in. We'd stopped at Sugarloaf Shores to pick up the key and stock up. Every time we came here we bought enough to last the week. I unpacked the frozen goods into the small freezer, put milk and eggs and tomatoes into the refrigerator.

I was about to go outside when the girls came up onto the porch. Bel tapped on the glass and I walked over to unlock it, slid the doors wide. Sweat had stained the front of Bel's top and as she came in she stripped it over her head. She wore no bra beneath and walked past me into the bedroom, tugging at her shorts as she went. At least when they came down she did have panties beneath, but those too soon slid down. I watched her naked butt swing around the door.

"You can come in here to change, Katie," Bel called out. "You don't want your brother ogling you, do you?"

Katie brushed past me as she went to her suitcase, raising an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth lifting. She dropped the case flat and lifted the catches, bent over from the waist and rummaged inside. I stared at her ass. By the time she straightened up and turned around I was staring out at the water.

"You coming swimming too, Joe?" she asked.

"Sure. When you're both changed. I wouldn't want you ogling me either, would I?"

Katie grinned. "Nothing there I ain't seen before, is there?"

"Guess not. But I'm a married man now."

Katie laughed and brushed past me once more. There was plenty of room but she deliberately let her shoulder touch mine, her arm brush mine. As she disappeared into the bedroom her laugh returned, deeper and coarser.

"Of shit, Bel, you can't go out like that!"

"I'm putting my bikini on, harlot. You think I'd skinny-dip?"

"I don't know what you and Joe get up to when you're down here alone." Katie stripped her halter top over her head and in the moment before she pushed the door shut with her hip I saw she hadn't bothered with a bra either. But I'd known that, of course, seen the way her breasts moved under her top as the car bounced over ruts. Seen the way her nipples formed twin peaks against the white stretch top.

Through the closed door I heard laughter. I closed my eyes, trying not to picture the pair of them naked together in the bedroom, and failing.

They appeared to take a stupid amount of time putting on four pieces of cloth, and when the door finally popped open again Bel came out in a new bikini. Black, almost exactly like the one Katie used to wear, equally as fitting. Then when Katie appeared she was wearing the self-same bikini I remembered her in and I swallowed hard. Eight years since I had last seen it, and Katie had filled out even more in that time. She was smaller up top than Bel, narrower across the hips. The stretched black nylon left nothing to the imagination. I was sure I caught the darker pink of her aureole peeking above the material.

"I tried, Joe, but she refused to get a new one." Bel knew without me having to say a word. I guess the size of my eyes gave me away. I coughed and directed my gaze away from my sister toward Bel. A faint smile curled one side of her mouth. She knew where I had been looking.

"I'm surprised you've still got that scrap of a thing," I said to Katie.

"Old times sake," she said, a funny expression on her face.

"Get changed, Joe. We're going down to the water."

I nodded, numb, and went into the bedroom. After I was naked I looked down at myself. Exactly how was I meant to hide this boner inside my trunks? I rummaged through the suitcase, found a pair of bermudas and pulled them on. My cock still formed a ridge, but at least it wasn't sticking out the side like it would with my smaller pair. I walked out into the heat and ran across sand that burned the soles of my feet.

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It seemed our body clocks changed the moment we hit the Keys. Mine and Bel's did anyway. I guess Katie probably took her example from us.

The bulk of the day's heat had already faded before we arrived, but enough remained to make out bodies loose as we strolled back to the wide porch of the cabin which offered warm shade. We sprawled on sturdy wooden loungers covered with cotton cushions and let our wet bodies dry in the heat. I watched as Bel's skin started showing patches of salt. Her skin looked tanned all year round, but already I was sure she was darker than when we arrived. Bel looked to be asleep, her mouth open, body slack. I used the excuse to study my sister, trying to work out in my head whether Bel really meant something or not, or whether it was just another of Bel's teases.

Katie's skin was pale and flawless. Even though we'd all been in the sun a couple of hours she hadn't burned. I felt a tingle on the top of my back and knew I'd have to wear lotion tomorrow if we went out when the sun was at its height. Katie looked to be asleep too. Her head was turned toward me so I'd catch her if she woke, could study her without fear of discovery. Short blonde hair with a natural curl. She had cut it recently, cut it short so it only just reached her ears, a little longer on top. I think she'd had some color work done too because there were darker and lighter blond streaks. I knew it was her natural color. Had caught her one summer coming out the shower and discovered the carpet matched the drapes. Katie had been embarrassed as all hell but too slow covering herself to stop me getting a good look. Even without that I could tell. Her eyebrows and lashes were pale, the lashes long. I watched her eyes move beneath the lids. Her legs jerked a couple of times. Katie breathed harder, tensed one arm then relaxed, and I wondered what her dream was about.

I let my eyes scan down to where the minuscule bikini top made a brave attempt at enclosing her breasts, pushed together now as she lay half on her front, the angle all wrong for me to get much of a view but what I did manage was pretty good. Katie was smaller all over than Bel but everything was in perfect proportion. I followed the curve of her side, the swell of her hip. The front of the bikini briefs pressed down on the lounger, her ass curving upward, the briefs pulled tight into the crack of her ass.

"What time we eating, Joe?"

I jerked, looked up. Katie's eyes were open, an odd smile on her full lips. Damn. So much for not getting caught.

"Uh, dunno... you hungry?"

"I could eat."

"Steak OK?"

"Who's cooking? You?" Katie laughed into her pillow, her eyes still the only animated part of her.

I rolled off my lounger, leaned over and slapped her hard on her delectable ass. The slap sounded loud beneath the porch roof and when Katie squealed Bel mumbled and rolled onto her back. Katie rubbed her ass with both hands and gave me a look that was meant to be pained but turned out sexy as all hell. I noticed a red mark blooming on the cheek of her ass in the shape of my hand. I hadn't meant to hit her so hard, but as I stood she seemed to be grinning.

I went out back where the lowering sun still hit the rear of the cabin. It was perched on a spit of shingle and sand that ran out from the main island, forming a curled comma shape in the clear waters of the bay. The sun rippled highlights on the water to the west of the cabin. I knew out front shadows would be stretching out across the sand, would stretch longer and longer until they met the sea. I fired up the gas barbecue and went inside to take steaks from the fridge. I hardly ever cooked at home, but at the cabin Bel never did. I liked the reversal of roles, liked to let go and drift... liked the way Bel took her cue from the change and became more dominant, more demanding.

When the barbecue was up to heat I slapped the steaks on. They'd take minutes only. I went inside and tipped potato salad into a bowl, cut tomatoes and lettuce into another. We'd stocked up on wine and I opened a bottle of white and left it in the fridge to keep cold. I returned to the steaks and turned them. They'd charred on the one side, sizzled as I put them back on the grill.

Two arms snaked around me from behind and a pair of breasts pressed against my back. The hands slid down my belly and inside the waist of my swim shorts, kept going until one circled my cock and started rubbing.

"I'm assuming that is you, Bel."

She giggled against my back. "Want me to go ask Katie to take over?"

I leaned back against her, my attention divided between what she was doing to my stiffening cock and the steaks on the grill.

"Sure. It was your idea after all."

She kissed my shoulder blade, pushed by trunks down so my cock jumped free.

"Want me to blow you?"

"Here? Katie might come around any minute."

"So?" Bel stroked the length of my cock, teasing my balls with her nails. "I'm sure she knows what a blow-job is. She's got a nice mouth."

I laughed, trying to keep my voice low. "Better watch what you say, Bel, I might just take you up on it."

She pressed against me, removed one hand from my cock and fumbled behind. When she pressed back she'd freed one breast and I felt it's soft silken weight against my skin, the pebbled hardness of her nipple.

"Wanna mess around some?"

"These steaks are done," I said.

"Spoilsport. After dinner?"

"We might shock the neighbor."

"That'd be kinda fun." Bel continued to stroke me and I pulled away, dragged my trunks up over my erection before I shot a load across the steaks.

"Bigger spoilsport," Bel grumbled, but when I lifted the steaks off the grill onto a china serving plate and turned around she was tucking her left boob back inside her bikini top.

I slipped past her. "Dinner's up, Katie!" I sat at the rough pine table that stood in the back yard fast so she wouldn't see my state of arousal. When she came out back she'd slipped a knee length gauzy robe over her bikini that only made her even sexier. I was thinking about fucking Bel, thinking about Katie listening to the sound of our fucking, getting turned on even more.

"Meat," Katie said, forking a steak onto her plate, spooning potato and salad on after it. "I do love meat."

I heard Bel snuffle behind me.

"There's wine in the fridge," I said over my shoulder.

Bel slid into the chair at the head of the table so the three of us formed an open square.

"Then go get it."

"Me? I did the cooking."

"Quite." Bel helped herself to the biggest steak, cut off a corner and popped it into her mouth before adding any salad.

I sighed, tried to rise and turn at the same time. Glasses were already on the table and the bottle was dewed by the time I placed it in the center and slipped back into my seat. Bel held her glass out, waiting. I poured for her, looked at Katie and she held hers out too. Finally I poured for myself.

Bel kept her glass raised, waiting. "We got to have a toast, Joe."

I lifted my glass. "To our vacation," I said weakly.

Bel shook her head. "To Katie's vacation," she corrected. "May it bring everything she wishes for."

Bel clinked our glasses and when I looked over to Katie there was a flush on her cheeks. She glanced down quick, pretending to concentrate on her food.

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Bel lay naked on her back, head lolling over the foot of the bed as drew me toward her. She held her lips closed so when the tip of my cock touched there it met resistance. She pulled me harder, not opening her mouth but making me force my way inside. I stood leaning over, my arms taking most of my weight. I stretched down and pulled a hard nipple into my mouth and Bel writhed on the bed. I reached down to her pussy, her pubic hair waxed clean for our vacation, pushed two fingers deep inside as at the same time I pushed more of my cock into her mouth.

Bel liked this position. She said she could swallow more of my cock lying back this way, and it was true she did seem to be taking an awful lot of me into her mouth. But I knew she'd gag before I could get my full length inside. We'd tried, both of us liking the idea, but it wasn't going to happen. Didn't matter much. What she was doing now felt pretty fucking good.

Bel used her hands on my hips to control my thrusts, directing me, and I let her, turned on at the reversal of roles. Something about being on vacation, or in this cabin, making everything different.

Bel was grunting now each time I thrust, each grunt tailed with a little gagging sound as I went too far, but instead of stopping me she seemed to want more. I tried to pull away, to give her chance to breath but she wouldn't let me.

"Stop... I'm gonna come if you don't stop..." And I was, the itching, burning pressure growing in the tip of my cock, the heaviness in my balls demanding release, the half pain half pleasure point inside my ass teasing. Bel shook her head, her grunts getting louder as she kept me thrusting. I tried to hold back, and I might have lasted another couple of minutes if she hadn't loosed hold of my left hip and snaked her hand back between my legs and slid her index finger inside my ass. All the way inside. She touched something back there that made my cock jerk hard and I felt her grin around my shaft. Now she used both hands, the one on my hip, the other with its finger up my ass, pulling me hard into her mouth and I felt myself start to spill over.

Bel swallowed hard. Swallowed again. I was streaming cum into her mouth faster than she could swallow and it pushed out around her lips and streaked her cheeks. I emptied myself totally and only when there was nothing left did Bel let me loose.

I knelt back on the wooden boards beyond the end of the bed.

Bel looked back at me, beautiful, wanton. She reached out again, her arms not long enough to get to my shoulders, so I leaned over.

She grabbed me and pulled me down, opening her mouth to kiss me and I tasted my cock on her tongue, felt the slip of my semen on her cheek. I hesitated, waiting for disgust but it didn't come. I'd tasted my cock on her mouth plenty, but this was the first time she'd kissed me after I'd come into her mouth.

I kissed her harder, kissed the side of her face where my cum trailed across it and Bel smiled and rolled over and slid back so she was kneeling in front of me on the floor, her top half still resting on the bed.

"What d'you want me to do?" I asked.

"I need you to lick my ass and make me come," she said.

I nodded. I knew she liked me doing that. I liked doing it too. I don't know why, because it ought to disgust me but it didn't, not with Bel. I wondered if it would if I did it to Katie. God, what had my wife got me thinking! I leaned over and kissed the small of her back, slid a hand beneath her and pushed by thumb inside her pussy. She was wet, as wet as I'd ever felt her, and her clit was a rock-hard nub beneath my palm. I teased her with my cock, pulling my thumb free and pushing myself inside, still half hard and getting harder.

Bel shook her head. "Not there, Joe. You know what I want."

I did. I think I did. I leaned over and dripped spit onto her ass, used a fingertip to spread it around and Bel gasped.

"Yeah... like that, Joe... just like that."

I licked her there, trailing saliva along the crack of her ass. Then I leaned over and pressed the underside of my cock into the crack, pressed down so the ribbed underside pressed hard onto her asshole and Bel grunted and pushed back.

"Watch it buster, or I might ask for more."

"Whatever you want, baby."

She made a sound deep in her chest. "Pretend for me, Joe... Pretend to do it..."

I pulled away, drooled more spit, went back, rubbing my cock along her ass. I reached under and pushed my thumb back inside her at the front, reached around and squeezed a breast. Bel angled her head to one side, breathing hard, and for a moment I hesitated, knowing Katie had to hear what we were doing, then the thought of exactly what we were doing pushed any reservations away. Katie knew we fucked. I rocked my cock against Bel's ass and worked her, familiar with her body, her touch points. She started to grunt on each thrust and I knew she was getting close. I was fully hard again now and I tried to finesse my efforts, wanting to come again, wanting to come at the same moment as Bel.

When I started to feel Bel tremble I increased my stroke. She was crying out now each time my cock slid along the crack of her ass, grasping her cheeks in her hands and parting them and I was sure if I changed my angle a little I could probably put the tip of my cock into her ass. Instead I kept humping, Bel's tremble turning to a shake, the shake to a spasm and she bucked under me. My own excitement peaked and I shot a rope of cum along her back. I gripped my cock, leaned back and directed the next ejaculation onto the centre of her asshole and Bel lifted her hand and bit into it. I touched her asshole with the head of my cock, teasing her and she pushed back against me so I opened her a little. Then I shot a last time directly into her. I slumped back, totally spent.

Ten minutes later Bel slipped from bed to go and pee, same as she always did. I knew I'd have to do the same soon but my body was too slack to move. When Bel came back she kissed me and rolled over. I dozed but pressure on my bladder brought me to the surface. Without thinking I padded bare-ass naked through the living room where Katie was curled on the fold down bed. Short of sharing with us it was the only place to sleep. It looked comfortable enough, and Katie appeared to be deep asleep.

Instead of using the bathroom I walked out through the open sliding doors and down across the sand. A light breeze, warm, touched my skin. I reached the water and peed a long arc. When I was empty I stood there a long while. Far out a cruise ship passed, filled with light. Stars shone hard in the dark sky. The sea washed lightly around my toes and I stood there, mind empty, waiting. It was only the end of our first day at the cabin.





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Simplicity doesn't come cheap, but it does come with a skiff. Approaching along the sand track the cabin looks as though it would barely stand up in a breeze, let alone some of the hurricanes that stripped through the Keys at least a couple times a year, but looks are deceptive. It had been here fifty years at least, maybe longer. Inside there was a modern kitchen fitted with the latest gadgets, a huge bathroom with a shower large enough to hold a party. In the single bedroom the bed was wide and long and the mattress just right. The fold down couch in the living room where Katie slept was probably more comfortable than our bed at home.

The skiff floated tied to a narrow dock out back in the sheltered bay. I found the saltwater fly rod in the lean-to and fitted the reel and line, carried it down to the dock together with a hessian sack to keep any fish I caught. I raised the sail but left it loose so the breeze didn't try pulling the skiff away from the dock, went back and told Bel I was going out for a few hours. She was still in bed, the clock in the kitchen not yet showing six, the light coming up in a pale line to the east. I wanted to get out before the day grew too hot.

Bel mumbled and rolled onto her front, naked on the bed and I was tempted to forget the fishing, but it was something I looked forward to every time we came down. I tiptoed through the living room trying not to wake Katie but she must have been awake already.

"You going out in the boat, Joe?" She rolled onto her back, washing her face with her hands, half sitting up then grabbing the sheet to stop it slipped to her waist.

"Only for a couple hours. See if I can catch some snapper for dinner."

Katie gave a soft smile. "We used to do that all the time, didn't we?"

I nodded, leaning on the door jamb, remembering as well. Pop let me take the skiff out on my own from the age of thirteen, Katie often coming with me, a tomboy back then in shirt and canvas shorts, her hair in a pony-tail tucked back through the tie of a peaked cap.

I pushed of the door jamb and Katie put her feet on the pine floor, the sheet drawing back to show most of her legs. Good legs. Bel's plotting was making me see Katie differently. No—correct that—making me see her without the guilt I'd always felt before. Growing up with a killer sister it was impossible not to look and imagine, but the idea how wrong it was always held me in check. Bel had loosened those feelings of guilt. Not completely, but a little.

"You wanna stop staring and let a girl get dressed? I'm coming with you."

"Oh. Sure. You sure you want to come?"

Katie gave me a familiar look I'd seen a thousand times before. "I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to."

I nodded, popped back into the bedroom while Katie dressed. I sat on the end of the bed and stroked Bel's leg and she moaned in her sleep, undulating. I slid my fingers along her thigh, lightly touched her pussy and the moan slid into a groan but I pulled back before she woke.

"Hey, you coming, or what?" Katie stood in the doorway, and I wondered how much she'd seen.

"Coming," I said.

"Can I drive?"

"You remember how?"

Katie punched me on the arm. That look again.

By eight the sun was getting hot and we had two good-sized snapper in the hessian sack. The skiff rode a low swell coming in from the ocean. The water beneath us was deep blue, maybe forty feet. An anchor held us bow first into the swell and the boat rose and fell, undulating like Bel had when I touched her.

"You want to go in now?" Katie asked. We had shared the single fly rod, but Katie had caught both fish, letting the heavy fly sink deep to where the snapper cruised. I knew she sailed and fished better than me, but was used to that now. Katie was always the best at everything, the brightest, the prettiest, the first to try everything and succeeding in all. We might be fraternal twins but sharing out mother's womb it seemed Katie had got pretty much the best of what was going. I didn't mind because I lacked ambition, working as a manager in the local supermart, where I met Bel, I considered my life sorted and sweet. Katie had inherited enough ambition for me and five others.

"You're staring again, Joe." Katie's mouth curled into a wry smile. "You know you been doing that all week?"

"I guess it's good to see you," I said, turning to check the anchor even though it didn't need doing.

"You see me every Friday."

"See you like this."

"Like what?" She leaned over the side, lifted the hessian sack and checked the fish. They were fine. She wore the black bikini with a loose sun-dress over which failed to conceal much beneath.

"Relaxed," I said.

"I look relaxed?" She leaned back, raising one knee. I suddenly found it hard to breath right.

"You do." I nodded.

Katie smiled, raised her arms and hooked her hands behind her head, lifting her breasts so again I was sure the edge of her nipples showed above the skimpy bikini top.

"I feel relaxed, Joe. I think I needed this break. It's like..." She shook her head, sun flashing of her Ray-Bans. "Like I've done nothing but work, work, work for so long I've forgotten was relaxation was until we arrived here. And then..." The smile bloomed into a grin, "as soon as I saw the cabin something turned off inside me. The tension. The constant thinking. Thanks for bringing me here, Joe." She stretched out her leg and rubbed my foot with the sole of hers. "Thanks a lot."

"It was Bel's idea," I said.

"Then I'll thank Bel to." She stared at me, her foot still on top of mine and the touch arced along my leg directly to my cock and I knew I was growing hard in front of Katie but didn't make any attempt to move. Foolishly I'd decided to wear my brief swim trunks, black like Katie's, nylon like Katie's. I only hope my cock wouldn't slip out the side and embarrass her.

"You want to go in?" I said, hoping for rescue.

Katie shook her head. "This is like old times, Joe, isn't it?"

Not quite, I thought. But then corrected myself, because I all through our teens I'd harbored fantasies of fucking my sister, so I nodded, said, "It is."

"Want to swim?" Her foot was making slow circles on top of mine now. My cock was half filled, an obvious bulge inside my trunks. I should have worn something longer than a t-shirt.

"Out here?"

Katie laughed but didn't remove her foot. "We always used to. What, you scared of sharks all of a sudden?"

"Well..." I raised my shoulders.

"We were fearless back then, weren't we?"

"As fearless as only the young can be."

Katie finally lifted her foot from mine, but it didn't get better because she rose and stripped the sun-dress over her head so she stood swaying directly in front of me. Stray blonde hairs curled out above the waist of her bikini briefs, the briefs so small they barely covered her mons, made no attempt at disguising the shape of her sex beneath. More hair curled out the side and I wanted to catch them in my teeth and tug, wanted to smell her woman smell against my face, taste her against my tongue. I was in extreme danger of popping right out my trunks, but Katie turned away, almost as if deliberately displaying her ass, and dove into the dark water.

"Shark!" I yelled, and she laughed and flipped water onto me.

"Come on. Be fearless, Joe, like we used to."

I stood too then, stood facing her, letting her see my arousal because it was impossible to hide. I stood there as her eyes travelled down my chest and belly, past my waist and along my legs, and then back up. She stayed looking at my core and I felt my cock twitch.

Katie splashed more water and I knifed in, diving beneath her and grabbing her ankles and pulling her down. The water beneath was clear, fading to deep blue, and beyond that sand shapes rippled the sea bed. Katie came down with me, kicking hard and going deep and I followed, trying to catch her, reaching for her ankle and tugging and she twisted back on herself and came past me, her skin brushing against mine and as she passed I grabbed again and my fingers slid along her back and across her ass.

When I joined her on the surface she was floating on her back. Pebbled nipples pressed through the bikini top, her body kissed by seawater. I trod water beside her and she turned her head to look at me. She said nothing at all, staring at me for a minute, two minutes. I drifted closer, wanting to touch her sea-stippled skin again. I reached out and she watched me, knowing what I wanted. A moment before my hand touched her side she spun and kicked away hard, pulled herself onto the skiff in one smooth motion, water cascading off her body. She lifted the sun dress and pulled it on, clinging to her, staring inland, refusing to look at me. She began working the sail. Only when it started to fill and the skiff tugged at the anchor did she turn to me.

"You swimming back?" There was pain in her face and I was scared I had gone too far.

I glanced past her. The shore lay less than half a mile away. I was scared what she might be thinking about me.

"Go ahead," I said. "I'll swim."

Katie nodded and pulled on the anchor rope. As soon as the anchor freed the sandy bottom the skiff responded to the wind in the sails and turned away.

"Watch our for sharks," Katie called back, but the skiff was moving fast now, skipping away. I put my head down and stroked toward shore, grateful for the time alone with the sea, determined to get control of myself. Whatever Bel might want this was Katie, my sister. My sister, for God's sake.

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By the time I waded ashore Katie had cleaned the snapper and was sitting on the front porch talking to Bel. Bel lay on her back in direct sun, her skin soft from the heat.

"Good swim?" Bel asked, shading her eyes. I stood on the sand beyond the porch, dripping water.

"I might go every morning. I feel great."

Bel moved the hand shading her eyes, nodded. "You look great, too." Then she ignored me. "Oil me," she said to Katie, rolling onto her front. Bel reached back and unclipped her bikini top, lifted up a little and tossed it to one side. Katie reached for the sun lotion, tipped some into her palm. She still wore the gauzy sun dress over her bikini, the dress now dry. She leaned over and started working the lotion into Bel's shoulders. Bel hummed and turned her head to one side away from me so I couldn't see her face.

When Katie reached the small of Bel's back she poured more lotion, worked it in, pushing her fingertips down inside Bel's bikini bottoms.

"Legs too?" Katie asked.

Bel nodded and Katie moved position.

I was dry enough to sit on the lounger so I did, pulling my knees up. I wasn't sure which was sexier, the way Bel lay passive beneath Katie's hands, obviously enjoying the attention, or the way Katie's hands moved over Bel's skin. An impossible choice. When she was done Katie closed the bottle of lotion and lay on her front on the lounger.

"You want some oil?" Bel said into her cushions, voice muffled, as soft as her limbs.

"You offering?"

"Nope. I honestly don't think I can move. Joe will though."

Katie turned her head and looked at me. A hint of that same pained expression still showed on her face and I expected her to refuse Bel's offer, but Katie said, "Would you, Joe? You don't mind?"

"Sure." I had stopped pretending I didn't want this thing, whatever it was that was building between the three of us. I knelt beside Katie's lounger, reached over her for the bottle on sun lotion, my belly brushing Katie's ass.

I poured the clear cream onto my palms and started on Katie's shoulders. When I reached the strap of her bikini top I worked my fingers under it, moved on.

"Undo her, Joe," Bel said.

I looked at my wife. Her head was turned to watch. "That's up to Katie, isn't it?"

"Undo me, Joe," Katie said. "We're all pals here."

My fingers shook as I fumbled with the clasp on Katie's top but eventually it snapped free, tension in the too small top. Katie made no effort to discard it but her back now lay naked from nape to ass. I worked my way down, copying Katie's actions on Bel and pushing my fingertips down inside her bikini briefs. Katie's skin was hot under by fingers, hot and soft and smooth.

"Legs too?"

Katie nodded. I started at her feet, remembering the way her sole had felt against me, worked my way up, unsure where to stop but Katie lay slack beneath me and I reached the top of her thighs, swerved around their junction before capping the bottle.

"Mmm," Katie murmured.

I lay on my lounger, face down, my rigid cock pressing against the cushion, wondering if I might be about to come. It was Sunday, only our second day at the cabin, and the rest of that day the two girls went around in only their bikini bottoms. Gradually I grew used to the sight, but it always aroused me. Bel's breasts were shapely, deep curved beneath, their aureola and nipples dark. Katie's were smaller, the pale nipples more uptilted so it seemed they were turning toward the sun.

As the sun cast colors onto the western sky we sat out back and ate snapper baked in salt with a simple salad. Katie had slipped her sun dress on but remained almost naked beneath and I tried to ignore the fact. Bel sat at the end of the table as she had since we arrived, leading the conversation, blatant in her near-nudity.

Katie and Bel washed the dishes because I had cooked. By the time they came out the sky was dark and I lay on the lounger, my eyes growing heavy. Surf sounded loud and a wind was starting to get up. Far, far out over the ocean an occasional flash lit the sky like a distant photograph. A storm was running too far out for the sound of thunder to reach shore.

Bel sat on the edge of my lounger and rested her hand on my chest. I stroked the skin along her side, wanting to raise my hand to her breast but aware of Katie sitting close.

"Katie and I were talking," Bel said.

Her skin was velvet beneath my fingers. In light spilling from the cabin I saw her nipples start to change, their crinkled surface smoothing as they filled.

"Mm-hm?" I said.

"We're going skinny dipping." Bel finished on a giggle. I hadn't heard her sound so young.

"Mm-hm?" I said again. Always the conversationalist.

"You coming?" She leaned over and kissed my shoulder, her voice soft, husky. Her breast pressed against my side.

"You're really both gonna get bare-ass naked?"

"Mm-hm," Bel said. The tone of this conversation was going stratospheric.

"And you want me to come too?"

"We do."

I noticed a slight emphasis on the we.

"Why not?"

Bel laughed, her mouth still against my shoulder. "I can think of lots of reasons, but none that should stop you."

Oh fuck.

Bel drew away, tucked her fingers into her bikini briefs and stripped them down. Her back was to the wide double sliding windows, shadowing her front, but I knew how smooth she was between her legs, noted the lack of shadow there. I lifted onto my elbow, glanced at Katie who sat sideways on her lounger. She stared back then pulled the thin sun dress over her head and stood. I expected her to turn away but she stayed facing me as she pulled at the slip of bikini briefs. They were too small, too tight, and she struggled to get them over her minimal hips, but she was determined. She stood side on to the light and it caught the trimmed bush masking her sex.

Then they stood there, waiting.

I knew what was going to happen if I removed my shorts, wondered what their reaction would be. Well, Bel's I might guess, but Katie?

Finally Bel said, "So we'll go our own. Just the two of us." She stepped away from me, took two steps and slid her arm around Katie's waist. Katie slid hers back around Bel. They stood there, naked as the day they were born, their bodies touching and it was all I could do not to groan.

"I'm coming." I said, but made no move to rise. I was waiting for them to start across the sand. No such luck.

Bel's hand stroked Katie's side. Katie's mouth creased into a smile, barely there, but she was amused... or pleased.

"We can stand here all night if you want to admire the view." Bel looked down at herself, down at Katie. "And all modesty aside, it's one hell of a view, don't you think?"

I nodded dumbly. It was. And there was no let out so I swung my feet onto the wooden planks and stood up and before I could change my mind stripped my trunks down and stepped out of the puddle around my ankles. My cock swung heavy between my legs and I saw Bel glance down. Her turn to smile. Maybe the water would make it soften.

Bel slipped away from Katie and walked past me, her hand trailing my belly. I turned and followed and Katie caught me up, fell into step beside me.

"I wish my ass looked as good as Bel's," she said, as though we were talking about the weather.

I studied Bel's ass, then made a show of dropping back and studying Katie's. She laughed and put her hands over her backside.

"Cheating."

"You raised the subject. And besides, you've got a great ass. It's different, sure, but still great." I caught up with her.

"How can you say that? Bel's is..." Katie searched for words, used her hands to make an hourglass in the air. "Curvy. Full..." She stared for a moment then said, "See how it jiggles? My ass sure don't jiggle."

I made to drop back again and she grabbed me.

"That's the wonderful thing about women," I said. "They can all be completely and utterly different and at the same time every one is perfect. It's impossible to compare."

Bel was jinking from side to side as she walked, getting further ahead. I guess Katie and I had slowed as we talked. It looked like Bel was trying to walk on the ridges of sand made by the tide.

"So my ass isn't so bad then?"

"You've got a great ass."

"Even for a sister?"

I shrugged, though it was too dark for Katie to see. "A great ass is a great ass. What's being related got to do with it?"

"I thought you weren't meant to look at me that way."

"Because you're my sister?"

Katie nodded and I only caught the movement because her hair was so light against the sky. More lightning flashed, still far out, the storm sitting beyond the horizon.

"Even sisters can have beautiful asses."

Katie giggled. I liked the sound. She was usually so serious.

"You think?"

"I know. The evidence is incontrovertible, your honor."

She giggled again and knocked against me, then her arm was around my waist and she kissed my cheek.

"Thanks, Joe. I love you to pieces."

Luckily she ran to join Bel, grabbed her hand and they both sprinted toward the water. I watched the asses and honestly couldn't choose between them, wondered if I needed to. Bel's hair-brained notion was getting closer to coming true, and the idea lodged in my mind like a pebble, smooth and round and enticing.

The girls hit the water and dove in, moving like dolphins as they stroked out. I walked, thinking, waded in until the water covered my obvious arousal then swam out to them. They were standing on the sandy bottom, the water rising and falling over their breasts, lifting the weight of Bel's, kissing the curves of Katie's. Once more they had their arms around each other. The water was almost blood heat and any hope I had of the cold killing my erection was gone. Bel waved me closer, pulled me into their arms as if they'd been planning the move. Bel moved against me, rubbing her belly against my cock. Her hand slid along my back and down to my ass. I was surprised when Katie's arm went around me too, pulling me tight against her. Her weight changed as she lifted her feet from the sand and wrapped her legs around my waist. Her soft pubic bush pressed against my hip and she briefly ground against me, her head resting against my shoulder.

We clung there as waves moved past, increasing the arousal of us all. I kissed Bel, lightly at first and then harder. She lifted her hand from my ass and held my chin, tilting my head. Bel drew back, turned my head toward Katie and I knew what she wanted. Katie still pressed against my waist. I placed a hand in the small of her back, encouraged her movement. Bel combed her fingers through Katie's hair, using the move to turn her head. Our mouths were inches apart. Thunder sounder, a sudden, deep rumble. I saw beyond Katie's shoulder the storm had moved inland. Lighting split and cracked onto the ocean, each flash followed half a minute later by thunder.





"We need to go in," I said.

Bel nodded. Her breathing was labored. "Yes."

"The storm," I said. "A storm's coming."

She kissed my earlobe and said, "Yes," again.

She wasn't listening. "A storm is coming right at us."

Lightning arced down, closer, the thunder pursuing it fast. I knew the danger of being in the ocean during a storm and pulled back, holding onto a hand of each of them, dragging them after me. Katie recognized the danger first and looked back. Dark clouds blotted out the stars, their bellies illumined in patches from town lights along the Keys. As we splashed through the shallows the wind picked up and a first pattering of rain hustled past.

Katie went around the side of the cabin to use the outside shower. Bel knelt in front of me as I sat on the lounger.

"She wants you, Joe," she whispered, although Katie couldn't hear us. The wind rattled against the cabin but the porch sheltered us from the worst. Bel didn't seem to want to go in yet.

"I can't." I shook my head, convinced this was more Bel's need than Katie's or mine. "I love you, Bel."

She stared at me. "I know, baby. I love you too. But this is..." She stopped, unable to find the words to express her need. Her need. Not mine, not Katie's, but Bel's. She pushed me back onto the lounger, leaned over and took my cock into her mouth in a single rapid lunge. I grabbed her hair, trying to pull her away. Finally she came, reluctant. Her mouth had worked it's magic and my cock stuck up along my belly, glistening along half it's length.

"Come to bed," I whispered.

Bel shook her head, pushed me across and lay on the edge of the lounger. Rain pattered against the wooden roof above us. Wind moaned through a drainpipe. Katie padded around the side of the house, pulling her sun dress over her nakedness, only serving to make the gauzed body beneath even sexier. She perched on the edge of her lounger and pushed fingers through her wet hair. A flash of lightning lit the porch, moments later thunder rumbling, filling my chest with pressure. Bel's body hid my arousal from Katie, but her own face was flushed, a looseness in her eyes I recognized from Bel when she wanted sex real bad. Not now, I promised myself. Not tonight. But tomorrow? I didn't know. Guilt and need fought inside me, and I feared I knew which would win.

Bel stroked my cock. From beyond her Katie watched Bel's arm move, knowing what she was doing.

"Fuck me," Bel said, loud enough for Katie to hear.

I tried to lift her away. "Let's go to bed."

"No. Here. Fuck me here."

I looked across her to Katie, trying to make an apology in my face, but she wasn't looking at me. Instead she stared at Bel's body.

Bel rolled off the lounger, pushed me hard enough to knock me off the other side. She grabbed the cushions and laid them on the pine floor. Rain fell steadily now beyond the porch, wetting the edge of the boards. Bel dragged me, laid me on my back, my head toward Katie who continued to sit watching, her face expressionless other than the undercurrent of arousal filling her eyes. My cock jutted rigid across my belly, the head above my navel. Bel sat across my legs and leaned forward, gripped me and took me inside her mouth again. I looked back over myself at Katie. The slip of a sun dress hid nothing, the light cast from the living room caught her side on and turned what little material there was transparent. Her right foot lay in the rain but she didn't notice.

Bel forced more of my cock into her mouth than ever before and I heard a muffled gag. I was burning to come but tried holding back. The situation was too erotic to stop and I feared shooting my load might cause that. Although the way I felt I didn't think ejaculating would be the end.

I looked down at Bel working my cock, its entire length wetted. As she lifted her head a string of saliva joined my glans to her full bottom lip.

Bel was staring past me at Katie.

Bel climbed along my body, lifted up and positioned my cock at the entrance to her sex. She hung there a moment before pressing down. She was hot and moist and tight and I turned my head aside trying not to explode. Bel began to rock against me. She grabbed my hands and lifted them to her breasts. I pulled her nipples hard and she gasped, ground down harder. I lifted up and pulled a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. When I dropped back Katie had her hand beneath her dress, touching herself. Her left leg was parted, her thighs wide, and she was rubbing the entrance to her pussy.

Bel leaned onto me, lying flat, pressing her breasts against my chest. I kissed her, the taste of my cock on her mouth turning me on even more. Bel reached above my head, straining, reaching for Katie's foot. I arched back, trying to see. Katie's eyes were on the two of us, on our junction, but then she noticed. She shifted position, stretching her leg out and Bel's fingers closed around her ankle. A tiny smile lifted the corner of Katie's mouth.

I lifted my hips, lifting Bel's weight with me, then rocked back. We moved six inches closer to Katie and Bel's fingers slid higher along Katie's leg. I repeated the move. A foot. Eighteen inches. Two feet. My head now lay between Katie's knees. Bel leaned across and kissed the inside of Katie's thigh. Katie removed her fingers from her pussy, gripped the hem of the sundress and raised it over her head, discarded it on the floor.

Lightning stuttered, capturing her in a photographic image, back arched, head back, body displayed.

I reached above my head and grasped her other foot, the one wetted with rain and she moved it closer to me and put her fingers back inside herself. I saw every move, the opening of her labia, the damp inner pinkness, the engorged nub of her clitoris. I smelled the arousal coming from her. I was so close to coming, so determined to hold on. Bel had no such inhibition. She was peaking already. Her pussy tightened around my cock. Her stomach clenched tight and she shook against me. Her hand slid higher on Katie's leg, heading to join my sister's fingers at the junction of her thighs.

Bel cried out. Her fingers brushed the back of Katie's hand. I raised my own along her thigh.

Katie stiffened, her face changing, and I thought she was peaking too, but no. She stood suddenly, stiffly, and walked out naked into the rain.

Bel hardly noticed. She was beyond all restraint now, ready to come again. She ground against me, lifted until I was almost all the way out then plunging down. She pulled on my nipples, pressed on my face and licked inside my ear. She came again then rolled clear.

"Fuck my mouth," she gasped. "Come inside my mouth."

She lay on the bare wooden boards and I knelt across her and laid the head of my cock against her lips. She held them closed, promising resistance, and I pressed until they parted, almost losing it in the process.

I rocked into Bel's mouth, taking my weight against the edge of Katie's lounger, my body stiff as I fucked Bel's mouth. Almost there, so very nearly there.

Katie re-appeared beyond the porch, just visible in the edge of the light cast from inside. Water poured across her body from the rain. She grasped the side on the porch, one leg raised as her fingers worked deep inside her. She had returned, staying out of reach, but ready to come with us. Her eyes locked onto my cock where it stroked between Bel's lips. Her fingers moved in time to my thrusts. I stared up at her, wanting Katie to see me looking at her but her gaze was locked below my waist. Her mouth hung open, hair plastered against her skull, body steaming beneath warm rain.

I couldn't hold back a moment longer. I grasped my cock, trying to hold on a second more and failing.

My first explosion gushed inside Bel's mouth and she swallowed, the movement opening her jaw and when I came a second time it was across her lips. I heard Katie gasp and looked up. Her legs were shaking, four fingers thrust deep between her legs, her body barely able to stand upright but her eyes still locked onto my cock. I kneeled back and gripped myself, stroking, a third jet arcing from me to splash above Bel's head. Katie stared, out of control, then raised her eyes to lock onto mine. I stared back into hers as I ejaculated a final time onto Bel's breasts. Katie lifted a hand to her own, as though I had splashed onto her.

I love you, I mouthed silently, and Katie turned her head aside.

Bel wriggled, trying to take my softening cock into her mouth. I allowed her for a moment then drew back, rose and returned the scattered cushions to the lounger and lay back. My body was soft and I felt sleepy. After a minute Bel rose and dropped onto her own lounger. I put an arm across my face, waiting. Two more minutes passed before Katie returned. She walked past us into the house and I thought she had gone, but a moment later she returned, toweling the rain from her body. When she was dry she stood, the towel hanging from her fist. She looked at me, at my body, then toward Bel.

"When did you shave yourself, Bel?"

Bel looked down. "Waxed, my dear, not shaved."

Katie smiled.

"Okay. When did you wax yourself. My dear?"

It was as if nothing had happened. Except here were the three of us naked discussing Bel's wax job.

"Friday before we came down," Bel said.

Katie perched on the edge of her lounger, leaning forward. Bel moved to offer Katie a better view.

"Hurt?"

"Like all hell."

Katie nodded. "So why?"

"It feels sexy."

"Does it..." Katie stopped, looked up at Bel, across to me. "What's it like when Joe goes down on you?"

Bel nodded. "That feels so good."

Katie glanced at me. "And Joe likes it?"

"I think so."

"I do," I said.

Katie glanced down at herself. "I've never been brave enough to go that far."

Bel laughed huskily. "Didn't take no courage, hon."

"Besides, I haven't got anyone to do it for." Katie sat back, lifted her legs onto the lounger.

We were silent a while, only the sound of the rain on the porch roof, then Bel said, "You sure about that, Kate?"

###

Tuesday morning was like the night before never happened.

The storm blew around us until the small hours before fading into the east. When I rose at eight the sand was wet and the waves small. The tail end of the storm hung strips of cloud over the sky but already the air was warm. I woke Katie as I walked through the living room and she mumbled and stood up, wrapping the sheet around herself but failing to hide anything at all. She padded past me into the bedroom and lay on the bed, rolled to her side. I closed the door gently.

As I sat out back eating breakfast Bel came and kissed my ear. "I'm taking the car into town. I've got some shopping I need to do."

"Sure. You want us to come?"

"Stay here, keep Katie company."

"I meant we could all go into town."

"You need anything?"

I shook my head.

"Stay then. Katie needs the relaxation."

"She seemed pretty relaxed last night."

Bel gave me a look as though she had no idea what I meant. Had she been so far out of it? No. Impossible.

When Bel had gone I washed our dishes and walked along the beach. We were the only people on this entire spit of sand. Some years when we used to come down a storm would have washed some of the spit away, but the year after the current had rebuilt it. I think old man Turner was the only one crazy enough to build anything out here. By the time the government turned the rest of the island into a nature reserve he was immovable.

My first visit when I was six there had been no fresh water at all, we'd have to walk or drive three miles to fill an aluminum churn. No power, no services of any kind. I think that was what my folks liked. Katie and I barely noticed. We were kids. The ocean and the fishing and the sun were all we needed.

Over the years first a water butt was added to hold rainwater, which is still what we used to wash and drink from. In recent years the candles and oil lamps were replaced with low-voltage bulbs run from batteries charged by solar power. A high-end sewage unit was put in, the end product clear water.

Despite all the changes the place still felt like it used to when I was six, other-worldly, a million miles from civilization.

I jogged to the end of the spit, stood a while watching the fast current run out from the pond into the ocean. Fish jumped as something large cruised the deep channel. The last of the clouds were clearing and the sun was hot on my back. I turned and jogged back, sweating hard by the time I reached the cabin. There was no sign of Katie so I opened the bedroom door and peered inside. She was still asleep, the curtains pulled and the room dim. It was hot inside and I could smell her. As I was about to the shut the door she rolled onto her back, displayed naked for me.

"Hey, Joe," she mumbled. "What's time?"

"There is no time here," I said. "You want some juice?"

"Oh man, yeah, that sounds so good." She washed her face with her hands, made no attempt to cover herself, but when I returned with a frosted glass of orange the sheet had been pulled across her body. I handed her the glass and sat on the side of the bed.

"Sleep well?"

Katie glugged half the orange, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "Hey, sorry I stole your bed. I was so out of it."

"No problem. You can have our bed any time you want."

Katie gave me a look, emptied the orange. She leaned over to the nightstand and the sheet she had been clutching slipped free and she grabbed at it then laughed. "Ah, what the hell. After last night I guess I don't have much to keep secret, do I?"

"You remember?" I asked. "I'm not sure Bel does."

"Bel remembers," Katie said. She lay back on the pillows, her arms behind her head, the sheet creased around her waist. She patted the bed. "Talk to me, Joe, like we used to."

I put my legs on the bed, arranged the pillows behind my back so I could sit up and look at Katie. I still loved my wife, but now I wanted Katie in the worst kind of way, not yet sure if she wanted that as well, scared she might not, scared she might.

"Did we used to talk?"

Katie swatted me with the back of her hand.

"We used to talk about everything, didn't we? When did we stop, Joe?"

I shrugged. "I guess when you went away, when I met Bel."

"You had other girlfriends before Bel though."

"Sure. But Bel's different."

Katie chuckled. "I know that. I think I could probably reel off all your old girlfriends still."

"You can? I'm not sure I can do that myself."

Katie started ticking them off on her fingers. "Susan Lorca. Angie Marks. Who was the one with the enormous tits? Patti? Matti?"

"Betsy."

Katie laughed. "Yeah. Betsy. Man, she was stacked. Did you ever get to cop a feel of those babies?"

"Sure."

"And were they everything they promised?"

"And more."

Katie rolled onto her side and snuggled against me.

"I don't remember any of your boyfriends," I said. "You never talked about them."

"Because I didn't have any." Katie draped her arm across my waist. Innocent, I'm sure.

I turned my head to look at her. "None at all?"

She shook her head. "None worth mentioning."

"You must have had some!"

"Why? Don't you remember, I was the nerdy one. Braces. Tomboy."

"Even so..."

Katie shrugged.

"I guess you turned out okay in the end though."

"You think so?"

"Sure. You ain't got Bel's ass, but you're not so bad."

Katie punched me. When she put her arm back it was lower than before.

"We could always talk about anything, couldn't we, Joe?"

"I guess we could."

"Mm." She had started idly stroking my naked belly. "So we going to talk about last night too?"

"Last night?"

She pulled the hairs where they ran down the middle of my stomach. "Don't pretend, Joe. Did you mean for that to happen or was it all Bel's idea?"

"What makes you think it was Bel?"

She tugged at the hair below my navel again, soft this time.

"I thought so."

"I never said it was."

"You just confirmed it, Joe." Katie giggled. "It's OK, Joe, I'm all grown up now. I didn't have to do what I did. You didn't have to do what you did either." She giggled again.

"What?" I said.

"Although, at the end there, it looked like you did have to do what you did."

I wasn't sure I was comfortable talking about this, but Katie seemed in command. All my women seemed to be in command this week. I was looking forward to getting back to work so I could boss someone around.

"You didn't mind?" I asked. "Watching?"

Katie shook her head, closer to me now. She had draped one leg over mine, her knee close to my balls. The sheet had slipped further and little separated her from my skin. I wished I'd come to bed with more than my running shorts on, but it was too late now.

"Did it look like I minded?"

"Why?" I asked.

Katie frowned. She tugged at me, wanting me to lie on my side facing her. I was too weak to resist. We lay face to face, the scent of her breath against me.

"Why what?"

"Why did you watch? Did it turn you on?"

She nodded. "Of course it did, doofus."

She hadn't called me that in a while. I lay my hand against her waist, her skin warm, damp with sweat. I imagined the salt taste of her beneath my tongue. Katie's hand traced my ribs, the muscles along my chest.

"You know, you turned out pretty good. I don't remember you ever being this buff."

"It's all gym," I said.

"I like it." She planted a kiss on my chest, an inch to the right of my nipple, then licked her tongue across me. "You taste salty."

"I've been running."

"I'm sweating too. I bet I taste salty as well."

"Bel's gone into town," I said.

"I thought I heard the car," Katie said, but her her face said something different because I hadn't followed through on the conversation. "Don't you want to lick me as well?"

"Is that allowed?"

Katie ran her tongue across my chest again, across my nipple which went hard, sensitive. She giggled. "Men do that too?" She rubbed her thumb over the tiny peak. "Of course it's allowed. It's not like I asked you to fuck me, is it?"

My hand circled the small of her back, the firmness of her muscle, the softness of her skin. "Isn't it?"

She kissed the top of my belly, ran a hand along the fine line of hair that ran down the center, stopped above the waist of my shorts. She mumbled something against my skin I failed to catch.

"What you say?" She had moved, half lying on her front, one small breast pressed against my ribs. I stroked along her back, up to the nape of her neck, back down to her waist... beyond, the curve of her narrow ass a bloom beneath my fingers and Katie shuddered.

She lifted up. "I said, if you want to, you can, you know."

I swallowed. Katie's fingers teased at the elastic of my shorts, working the waist down. My cock was a long ridge against the cotton.

"Would that be such a good idea?"

"Seems like it right now, sure. Seems like it to you too, I think." Her fingers traced the ridge of my cock and she smiled as it twitched beneath her touch.

"I dunno, Katie."

She had slipped down the bed, kissed my belly, tugged at my shorts. She lifted the waistband and peered inside.

"You got a real nice cock, Joe. Why do you still call me Katie?"

"It's your name." She let the elastic of my shorts snap back, then changed her mind and lifted it again, blew hot air down inside and I almost came there and then.

"Can I take these off, Joe? Everyone else calls me Kate, you know that."

"You'll always be Katie to me."

"I will?"

"Take 'em off if you want."

"If you want, Joe. Do you want?"

I nodded but she couldn't see me. She felt the movement, turned her head, and I nodded again and she grinned.

"Cool."

She worked the shorts down, going slow. She lifted the waistband and eased it down. The head of my cock appeared. A clear bead of pre-cum gathered from the central slit, grew and slid down. Katie licked her lips, worked the waist down more until the base of my cock appeared, my ball sack. I lifted my hips to help her and she left my shorts around my legs.





I kissed the nape of her neck, finally tasting the salt on her skin and she moaned appreciation.

"I don't know anything about you, Joe," she said. Her fingers traced the line of hair as it broadened into my pubic bush. Her hand deliberately avoided my cock. "I don't know what you like, what turns you on, where you like being touched, what you like being done to you, what you like to do."

"Well I guess I never found the right time to tell you, did I." My hand found the side of her breast, traced the small weight. Her nipples had lengthened and I wanted them against my mouth. I shifted a little so I could reach but Katie moved at the same time, getting her face closer to my cock.

"I think it'd be fun to find out, don't you?"

"The two of us?"

Her fingernail ran across my balls and she shrugged, the move placing her breast inside my palm.

"Three of us, if you like." Katie knew. Of course Katie knew. She had an IQ of ten zillion, how would she not know?

"Have you ever, you know... been with another woman?"

"Are we talking sex stuff again, Joe?"

I laughed, couldn't help it. "Did we stop?"

"What would you say if I told you I want to put your cock in my mouth?"

"I'd say, are you sure? So I guess the answer is no."

"I can't?"

"You've never been with another woman."

"Didn't say that, did I? Thought you were talking about my suggestion of filial fellatio."

"I knew all that education wasn't a waste."

Katie flicked the tip of my cock with her tongue. I watched her do it, saw the pink tip of her tongue reach out and touch me, saw the bead of pre-cum roll onto her tongue and she took it back into her mouth and tasted.

"Sweet," she said. "Like sugar water. Are all men sweet like that?"

"How the hell do you expect me to know that?"

"You wanted to know if I'd ever been with another woman. So, Joe, you ever been with a man? Ever done this to a man?" She took the head of my cock between her lips. It felt different to Bel, different and the same. I twisted my fingers in Katie's hair and pulled her away.

"Don't," I gasped.

"I want to," she said, trying to return to her target. Her fingers closed around me, stroked.

"No," I said. "I nearly came."

"So?"

"In your mouth."

"So?"

I let go her hair, but Katie sat up and looked at me. "You know what, Joe, if this is going to work you need to do something for me too."

"I can?"

She pulled a face. "Duh."

Without breaking eye contact I slid my hand down her belly and cupped her mons.

Katie nodded. "Yeah, something like that. Sorry I'm not elegantly smooth like Bel, but I can shave if you want."

"You don't need to."

"Bel's hot, isn't she?"

"And getting hotter."

"If we do this—"

"If?"

"Okay. When we do this, I don't want it to affect you and Bel." Katie was moving against my hand now. I was ready for her mouth around my cock again but didn't want to appear pushy.

"You know Bel wants to fuck you as well?"

Katie nodded, finally turned her attention back to my erection. "I guessed she did."

"How d'you feel about that?"

Katie kissed the tip of my cock. I slid further along the bed, grabbed her waist and lifted and turned so we were top to toe. I kissed her thighs, breathed in the scent of her excitement, stared at the evidence damping her thighs. She lifted one leg to give me access and I kissed her higher still. Katie took my cock back into her mouth and I groaned.

"I wasn't kidding. I think I'm gonna blow any second if you do that."

Katie nodded, not releasing the hold her lips had around me. I knew I couldn't hold out for long so I planted my mouth against her pussy and opened her labia with my tongue. God, she was wet... so wet. Her taste flooded my mouth and I felt her jerk, wondered if she was as aroused as me. I cupped the cheeks of her ass inside my palms and pulled her harder onto my tongue. Katie took more of my cock.

From beyond the bedroom window we both heard a car pull up. The engine ran a moment then died.

I tried to sit up but Katie continued to swallow my cock, taking more and more into her mouth. I had no idea how she could do that. I grabbed her head and pulled.

"Bel's back."

Katie finally let go. My cock quivered and I knew I had been about to let rip.

"She knows," Katie said.

"Knowing and discovering me with my cock buried down your throat are two different things."

"I hadn't got you down my throat. Yet."

I shook my head. "We need to go slow."

Katie laughed. "Fuck, Joe, I think I was just about there. If you can't finish me off I'm going into the shower to do myself." She rolled out of bed, pulling her sheet with her. I fumbled my running shorts back over my cock. Bel came into the house, went to the kitchen then came into the bedroom. She carried a small bag, opened her nightstand drawer and dropped it in.

"Did you come back to bed?" She glanced at the disarray of the pillows, her face expressionless.

"I was talking to Katie. You know how she comes in here once we're up."

Bel glanced down at my cock, an obvious ridge, impossible to miss.

"Talking?" She sat on the side of the bed, pushed her hand inside my shorts and smiled. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue wild against mine. "Mm, you taste of pussy."

"Last night," I said. "Your pussy."

She smiled, pretending to believe the lie. She worked my shorts down and knelt beside the bed, tugging me onto my side. She took my cock into her mouth, then stopped, waiting. I started to rock between her lips. Bel stayed a solid force and I speeded up, more than ready. Thirty seconds, no more, before I cried out and emptied into her. When I was done Bell sat back, wiped her mouth with her hand and stood.

"You were ready for me to come home, I see."

"Bel..." I started, but she only grinned and left the room. I pulled my shorts up yet again, guilt and excitement warring inside me.

When I came out Bel was laughing with Katie, who stood with a towel wrapped around her. Bel kissed Katie on the mouth, not a friend's kiss, something more, and I wondered if they would taste my cock on each other's lips. I thought it would be that day, but it wasn't. We seemed to each of us drift in the lethargy of impossible lust, waiting for something to trigger us.

###

I woke in the small hours to the sound of surf and the need to pee. I slid from bed and crept outside, walked down to the water as I had my first night. The waves were bigger, making white lines that ran along the sand toward the point. I arced a long jet out into the water, shook and walked back. Katie stood in the doorway, watching me return. Three days had passed. We had swum naked again, sunbathed naked, but nothing else happened. It was as if we were all waiting, none of us ready to make the first move.

As I went to move past Katie caught my wrist, turning me toward her, coming inside my arms, her mouth hungry for mine.

"I'm going crazy, Joe," she whispered against my ear. "I want you so bad. Or were you only teasing the other day?" The content of her words jarred with the lethargy in her voice.

Her lean body was slim and smooth against mine, slack with fatigue.

I kissed her. "I want you too."

"Then take me, Joe. Take me now. Any way you want, fuck me."

I stroked her skin, so soft, so smooth, and shook my head.

"Not now. Not like this."

"Then how?" Her hand found my cock. I felt her shift, wanting to go to her knees, and held her upright.

"I don't know. Let me work it out, please. I'll work something out."

Katie leaned back, staring into my eyes. She shook her head, and I saw the lack of belief there. She slipped from my arms and padded back to the fold down bed and lay down, turning away from me.

I went to close the bedroom door and then, without really working out why, left it open. Sleep was impossible, I knew.

###

Splintered sunlight crazed the bedroom walls when I opened my eyes. I groaned. Not at the light but at the sensation in my cock. I started to sit up but Bel's hand pushed me down. She grunted something, unable to speak clearly because her lips were stretched around my cock. I tried again, twisting my fingers in her luxuriant hair and again she pushed me away, determined. What the fuck... I stopped fighting and gave in, half propped on the pillows, watching her beautiful mouth work my cock, the shine of saliva along my length, knowing it wouldn't take long. Bel's legs had slipped over the end of the bed, her body slipped between my thighs, her concentration entirely on pleasuring my cock.

A shadowed movement beyond the open bedroom door lifted my gaze.

Katie passed across the outer room, naked, her face creased by sleep, her eyes half-lidded. As she passed she glanced through the door. She barely hesitated, disappeared from sight.

Bel pressed down hard, trying for everything, but we'd tried this before and she started to gag and had to pull back.

I wanted to pull her up, turn her around and lick her ass, but I knew the mood she was in and allowed her to continue. The sensation of her hot mouth and tongue along my cock was exquisite. I looked beyond her, waiting for Katie to re-appear.

She was a while and I was starting to worry I'd peak before she returned. I wanted to slow Bel down, but how could I tell her the reason, that I wanted my sister to witness my little death?

Katie's lean figure crossed the door, slanted, splintered sunlight catching her body in slats, sparking through her pale pubic thatch. She moved beyond and disappointment flooded me, allowing my excitement to draw back. Bel might be starting to wonder why I hadn't come yet, but she showed no suspicion. I knew she loved sucking me. She had told me she could suck my cock for hours if only I didn't have to come. She whispered to me sometimes how I tasted, letting me taste myself on her mouth, of how it felt to have my rigid shaft against her tongue, sliding between her lips. Then Katie returned.

She had drawn the sheet she rarely slept beneath around her but it hid little. Her right breast revealed itself, pink nipple tipped, the center rigid, looking almost painful. The sheet draped her body as she leaned against the doorjamb. Her gaze locked on Bel's mouth. From her extra height Katie saw over Bel's ass and back, saw my cock drawn between her lips.

Katie's hand burrowed beneath the sheet to find that magical sensitive spot lying between her thighs.

As her arm began to move she looked up, directly at me, and smiled. She gave a tiny nod, as though offering permission.

It was all I needed. I had come violently before, but now with Katie watching, with Bel's mouth stretched around me it was as though some seismic force had been tapped. It started deep back in my ass, flooded my balls and spread along my cock. I tried to keep my eyes open, wanting to see everything: Katie, Bel, my cock... everything. But the force was too much and my eyes rolled back as my cum filled Bel's mouth. I heard her cough, felt warmth on my belly and knew she had been unable to take it all. When I opened my eyes Bel's chin dripped with cum and my belly was streaked. Beyond her Katie's sheet had slipped and she leaned naked against the door jamb, shuddering. A gasp escaped her and Bel turned to the sound.

Had I been less wasted I would have studied her reaction more closely, because this was the pivotal moment, the one Bel had maneuvered for since that first night she asked me did I want to fuck my sister. Then I had been unsure. Now, lying sated on top of the sheets, I knew the answer.

"Kate," Bel whispered, holding her hand out.

Katie hesitated. She didn't glance in my direction, her eyes focused solely on Bel.

"It's all right," Bel said. "Come to us."

Us. Not me, but us.

I watched Katie, her beautiful body loose from coming, her hand still cupped between her thighs, and my cock twitched and began to fill once more.

Katie pushed herself away from the door and walked slowly toward the bed. She knelt beside it, beside Bel, and touched her shoulder. Bel turned her head. Katie leaned forward. I watched their lips touch, lightly at first, then each became more demanding. Katie's hand slid from Bel's shoulder and discovered a breast. Bel responded, stroking Katie until her nipples grew even more tipped.

I could have felt excluded, their attention so focused on each other there was little room for anyone else, but I didn't. This moment had been building ever since we arrived. Ever since Bel first mentioned the idea. I had not believed this possible, a fantasy for her and me both, but now it was here, Bel and Katie's mouths locked together, their hands all over each other. I lay on my side and watched, entranced.

Katie pushed Bel away, held her at arms length as Bel tried to close the gap again.

Katie shook her head. Bel frowned.

"Not yet," Katie said. "I want to, but not yet. First..." She stopped, glanced in my direction. My cock had grown hard watching, jutted against my belly, the tip dampening the already tousled sheets. "First I want to watch Joe fuck you."

Bel's face, already flushed, reddened further, the color leaching into her chest. I wriggled across and sucked one of her nipples between my teeth, bit lightly and she gasped. I felt Katie's fingers against my chin as she cupped Bel's pendulous, heavy breast. I drew back and kissed my sister's fingertips.

"Unh," Bel said, and climbed onto the bed. "Fuck me, Joe. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast and..." Her words trailed away as I kissed her. I pulled her across me, her pussy wet on my belly, moved across the bed to leave room for Katie. I licked Bel's neck and shoulder, lifted her to kiss her nipple, the one already wetted, and then the other. She made a grunt far back in her throat and I lifted, kissing my way down her belly, drawing her up until her legs parted around my shoulders and I dipped my tongue into her dripping sex. She kept coming and I fought to maintain contact but she moved, sliding up me and I realized what she wanted, what we did in the secrecy of our own bedroom. She wanted me to lick her ass. In front of Katie. The idea excited me beyond belief, beyond restraint. I knew how much she liked it and lifted her, my hands tight around her waist, and flipped her over.

"Oh Joe..." I was Katie who spoke. I glanced across. She lay on her side on the bed, one hand on her breast, the other between her legs. She saw me looking and a slow smile spread across her lips. "Are you going to fuck her?"

I shook my head. "Something else. Something Bel loves." I lifted her hips, Bel's body soft in my grasp. She didn't want to ask, but her body was doing the asking for her.

"What does she love?" Katie moved a little closer. The aroma in the hot bedroom was incredible, three bodies exuding the scent of sex, the sun against the thick walls, light beating against drapes. Sweat slicked all our bodies and I licked the beads from Bel's ass cheek and she moaned.

"This," I said. "Bel loves this." I parted the cheeks of her ass to expose the perfect pink bud of her anus, leaned in and ran my tongue along the crack of her ass, starting at her perineum, passing over her bud and extending to the small of her back.

"No," Bel moaned when my tongue passed her most sensitive spot.

"Oh sweet mother of god," Katie sighed.

I moved back, my tongue circling, teasing, playing, and Bel lifted her hips. I pushed my hand beneath, thrust my thumb into her pussy and cradled her clitoris against my palm, rocking. My tongue wetted, circled, finally reached the point Bel craved and I stiffened my tongue and probed into her asshole.

"Ahh..."

"Oh dear lord." Katie wriggled closer. Her shoulder pushed against mine. She wanted to see everything. I pushed harder, opening Bel and Katie said, "That looks so hot. So fucking hot. Are you going to fuck her?"

"In the ass?"

"Mm." Katie nodded. "Of course in the ass. Do you? Are you? Of god, Joe, I want to see that."

"We don't... we've never..." My words emerged muffled, my tongue continuing to do its work.

"She's so wet now. You could do it, put your cock there, you know you could."

Bel's head was turned to one side, pressed into the pillows, her eyes closed, an almost painful expression on her beautiful face. Katie reached out, touched Bel's neck with her fingers, ran them beneath her body, pushing, searching for a breast but Bel didn't move. Katie withdrew her hand, moved it out and then back. Her fingers tangled with mine, then pushed them away.

"Let me," Katie said. I withdrew my hand and Katie's fingers entered Bel. Katie's breast pressed against my arm and I wanted to kiss it, to kiss her, but not as much as I wanted my cock in my wife's ass.

I knelt behind her, my tongue withdrawing and Bel groaned. "No, Joe, don't stop."

I placed my thumb against her ass and pushed. Bel moaned and nodded and mumbled a yes. I probed inside her. She was wet from my tongue, and I leaned over and let more saliva drip onto the point where my thumb entered her, worked it in. Katie was beside me, any closer and she would be fucking Bel.

"The nightstand, Joe. Do it, Joe. Oh fuck, you have to do it."

The nightstand? Then I recalled her placing a small package in there. What the hell?

I rolled sideways and opened the drawer, fumbled inside. Someone sucked my cock, and it could only be Katie, but when I looked back she was staring at Bel's ass, stroking the soft, round cheeks. I found the package and pulled it out, tipped the contents into my hand. A small bottle. I turned it over and read the label: Liquid Silk.

Hot skin against my shoulder. Katie was leaning over. She grabbed the bottle from me, laughing. This plan was going to hell in a handcart.

But Katie flipped the top and tipped the bottle over Bel, letting a bead drop directly into the centre of her puckered ring. Bel jerked as Katie's fingers spread the lube.

Bel had planned this all week. Bel wanted me to fuck her ass. Since Monday, anyway. Was that her reason for going into town, to buy this single small bottle? I tried to imagine her thoughts driving in, finding a shop, purchasing. Did it excite her? Scare her?

"Joe..." It was Katie. She stared at me, her finger and thumb wet from the lube, excitement in her face. "She wants you, Joe."

I shuffled closer, reached over and opened Bel with my thumb, and then I withdrew and placed the head of my cock where it had been. We had done this before, playing with the idea but never going further. Katie moved behind me and then I felt the length of her naked body against my back, the brush of her pubic hair against my ass and she was grinding against me.

"Fuck her," she whispered into my ear, her arm snaking around and circling my cock. "Fuck her sweet ass."

I pushed. The head of my cock met resistance, but the lube was doing it's work and the resistance was only tightness. Bel groaned, but not in pain, pleasure moving in waves through her. Katie rubbed my cock, tugging at me, wanting more. I pressed again. Bel's ass opened wider. The head of my cock opened her and suddenly I was inside, the tight ring of her ass closing around the ridge of my glans and the head of my cock was inside her ass and she pushed back wanting more.

Katie pressed against my back, rocked against my ass, pushing me. I applied more pressure, easing deeper. Is this what Bel had always wanted? She was rocking against me, each thrust moving her further back. I had no need to move because Bel was driving my cock deeper and deeper into her ass. Katie had to remove her hand to allow me further penetration.

"I want to watch you come, Joe," Katie whispered. Her breasts pressed against my back and I reached around, cupping my hand against her back, pulling her against me. She writhed, half came around my body and I turned my head and kissed her, kissed her hard.

"And I want to fuck you next," I said.





"Like this?" Katie ground her pussy against my hip and I cupped her breast.

"If you want."

She nodded, eyes alight. "I think I want. If Bel..."

"Bel wants too," I said.

"Then fuck her. Fuck her ass and then fuck mine."

"Oh god!" It was too much. The gripping tightness around my cock, the sight of my length disappearing into Bel, the naked skin of my sister writhing against me all conspired to make holding back impossible. "I'm coming," I cried.

Katie pushed me hard.

"No— I got to watch, Joe, you promised I could watch!"

"Too late!" I felt myself tipping over, buried to the hilt inside Bel's ass, the sensation more than anything I could have expected. Katie burrowed her hand down, pulling on my cock, tugging hard and I slipped free, jetting at the same time, some of my cum inside Bel's asshole, the rest splashing hard across her back and cheeks. Katie gripped my cock, rubbing, directing, her head down close as I came hard onto Bel's puckered asshole, then her pussy and thighs and by then I was starting to run out of steam, managing a final small jet which splashed across Katie's hand. She lifted her fingers and slid them into her mouth. Then she pulled on my cock and sucked the head in with her fingers. I watched my sister's wide mouth accept my cock, watched her suck the cum from my glans, and there was no way I was going to go soft until I had fucked her too.

Bel moved beneath us, rolling over, sitting up and watching my sister suck my cock. I looked at her, wanting to know if this is what she really meant to happen all those weeks earlier when she first raised the idea. Was she regretting her words now? Imagination was one thing, this reality something else again. I pushed my cock deeper into Katie's mouth and Bel's eyes widened, her pupils large. Yes, this was going to be all right.

I reached for Bel's breasts, rolling them beneath one palm, repeated the gesture on Katie, one breast beneath each hand, my cock slick and wet and sensitive in Katie's mouth. Bel smiled but her eyes remained locked on what Katie was doing. She shifted position, wanting to get closer. Katie turned onto her side and Bel came down between us. I had to lift up and my cock popped free, a trail of saliva linking the tip to Katie's tongue, broken when Katie turned her head and Bel came in and they kissed. My wife and sister kissing. Hell, they'd kissed before, but never like this.

Bel's mouth opened wide and Katie matched her. Their tongues flashed together, invading each other. Bel wriggled down, pushing me aside, pressing her body against Katie. I sat on my heels, watching the action. Is this what Bel wanted? Not me fucking Katie, but her? And if it was... why had she waited so long before raising the idea? From my position looking down on the two most beautiful women in my life, I had no objection at all. I cradled my cock in my palm and stroked myself slowly, watching my wife and sister begin to get serious with each other. They might even have forgotten I was there.

Bel surprised me, taking the lead. She eased Katie onto her back and straddled her, leaning down to suck at her nipples, one hand snaking down and I saw her insert three fingers deep inside Katie. Katie bucked upward, welcoming the invasion. They kissed. Bel started working her way down Katie's lean body, kissing beneath her breasts, along her sides, licking into her navel, working always downward. Katie buried her fingers in Bel's luxuriant hair, not forcing the pace, lying back, her head turned to one side, eyes open, watching me slowly masturbate. I was both excluded and included in that single glance. Bel reached here target.

Her hands slipped beneath Katie, lifting her hips as Bel's tongue slid along Katie's wet slit. Katie rolled her head to the other side, back. I moved closer and stroked her breast. Bel's tongue grew more insistent, opening the tight valley, probing deeper and Katie moaned. I leaned closer and kissed her throat, behind her ear and she shivered, gooseflesh raising against my lips.

"You like Bel's tongue in your cunt?" I whispered in her ea,r so only she would hear. Katie nodded, the movement barely perceptible. "You like another woman's tongue in your cunt, sister?"

Katie nodded again, a grunt escaping her. "I like..." she moaned.

I reached down and slid my hand along Bel's back, over her rounded butt, searching along the deep crevice until I found my target. She was slick and wet from my fucking her and as my finger slid across the tight orifice she jerked. I arced down and kissed her cheek, smelling the sweet must rising from my sister's pussy, hearing the wet lapping of Bel's tongue. She raised her head and turned to kiss me, her mouth slick and sweet and I kissed her deeply, gripped her face and turned her back to her task.

"Joe..." Katie called to me and I returned along her body, slowly, taking care to miss nothing out. Her hips, her fingers, beneath her arms, along her neck, her eyelids, her ears, the tip of her nose, her lips.

"What is it, my sweet?"

"When are you going to fuck me?" She spoke against my mouth, her words secret on my tongue.

"Once Bel has made you come."

"Mmm... do you promise, Joe?"

"I promise."

"Like you fucked Bel? There?"

"If that's what you want." The idea of sliding my cock into my sister's asshole made me ache deep inside.

"That's what I want," she said. Her tongue played with mine. She grabbed my hair and turned my head, licked inside my ear. "I want you to fuck me everywhere, Joe... everywhere... uhn!" She ended with a grunt, jerking against me. "Oh god, Joe... soon... you're going to fuck me soon, I know it."

I moved, twisting around, and placed my cock against her lips, merely laying it there, not demanding, waiting. Katie opened her lips, moved her head so they ran along the underside of my cock, lifted up and took my swollen glans between them, resting me there, her tongue playing with my frenulum. I rocked against her, distracted from Bel, but she seemed to be doing fine as she was, dipping deep inside Katie, the sound and scent filling the heat-bathed room. Sweat coated all of us, our bodies beaded and salty and it suited our mood, out of control, beyond all restraint. Katie turned her head, offering me her mouth, and I pressed inside. She lifted a hand and cradled my ass, encouraging me.

I felt her body moving on the bed, hips thrusting against Bel's mouth. Bel's one hand pulled on Katie's nipples, the other pressing against her clit, and I fucked my sister's sweet, wide mouth as she encouraged me ever deeper. I stopped at the point of experience, the point where Bel, despite trying, could take no more. But Katie pressed me onward and I slid a half inch deeper. I watched the shape of her jaw change as she accepted my length, her chin dropping and she grunted around my girth.

I pressed onward, feeling another climax building and holding back hard. Katie rocked her head, each movement driving me deeper. I was three quarters buried between her lips and still she wanted more. I hesitated, feeling myself bump against the top of her throat.

Katie writhed, humming around my cock, the vibration seeking my core. Her fingers opened the cheeks of my ass, searched for my center and probed. She was coming, I knew, the spasm in her body, the gasping for air through her nose, and still she wanted me deeper. I leaned over, resting my hands on the bed above her and eased myself in. Her throat opened to accept me. She indicated her need with the finger inside me. I pressed on, deeper, until her lips were hard against my pubic bone and she shuddered, coming again and again. I was close, fighting not to lose it when I felt Bel move along my side. She climbed Katie's still twitching body and lay tight against her. Bel's breath panted warm against my belly.

"Holy fuck, Joe, she's swallowed you whole."

I was about to come and pulled back, not ready yet, not wanting to end this adventure. As my cock slid clear, wet, slippery, Bel grasped it and pulled me toward her mouth. She sucked me hard, stopping again at that point of no return and her head shook.

"I can't do it," she complained. "I want to do what Katie did and I can't." She pressed harder, setting off her gag reflex and I pulled back.

I kissed my wife, then kissed my sister.

"Do it again," Bel said, lying as close as she could. "I want to see you kiss her like that again."

I offered no objection. Katie slid her arms around me, our naked, sweaty bodies pressed together, and I kissed her deeply, tasting my own cock on her lips, the taste only making me more excited. I covered her body with mine.

Bel's hand circled my cock. She sat beside us, large breasts swaying as she moved, and placed my cock against Katie's pussy.

"I want to watch you fuck her," she whispered. "I want to watch you fuck your sister." She stroked the head of my cock along Katie's slit. Katie lifted her hips, indicating her need.

Bel nodded. "Oh yes, like that..."

I pressed, staring down at my cock parting my sister's labia, my wife's fingers wrapped around me. I moved deeper and Katie lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist, groaning, her arms gripping my shoulders, wanting more. I raised myself up, lifting her clear of the bed and she cried out and I knew she had come again. I lifted her, leaning back on my heels, burying myself deep inside her, pumping up into her and she threw her head back and squealed. Bel pressed against us both, kissing first me, then Katie. We couldn't stop now, didn't want to stop. I rolled onto my back, bringing Katie on top, and she put her fists on my chest and rode me hard. I had passed beyond the point of coming, my cock rigid, a steel rod impaling my sister.

Katie reached for Bel, drawing her up and across, making her lie over me, her hips raised, her ass spread across my chest and Katie dipped and kissed Bel's pussy. She lifted her face, her chin smeared, and kissed me, her mouth full of the taste of Bel. She probed Bel again, kissed me once more. I pushed two fingers inside Bel, Katie's face pressing against my hand as she returned. I lifted my fingers, sucking the taste of Bel from them.

Bel moaned and bucked against me, pushing herself against Katie's mouth.

I drew Katie to me, kissed her and said, "Make her come."

Katie nodded, eager. "And your promise, Joe?"

"Make Bel come," I said again, lifting Katie clear of me.

We re-arranged. Bel lay on her back, knees spread.

Katie kneeled between Bel's thighs and started her licking and sucking and spitting.

I knelt behind Katie and kissed the small of her back, worked myself slowly along the crack of her ass. When my tongue crossed her asshole she jerked and said, "Jeez, Joe, that's so fucking good!"

I kissed her there again, probed with my tongue, familiar with this from Bel, knowing Bel loved it now, hoping Katie did too. There was something even more arousing having my tongue inside my sister's ass. I spat, wetting her, sat back and inserted a finger. Katie's head bobbed, giving serious attention to Bel now. I spat again, added a second finger. So far, so good. I worked them inside, opening my sister's sphincter. I wondered if she had done this before. I had no idea what her sex life was life — hell, how could I? This was all new territory. New and wonderful. Maybe Katie had been fucked in the ass a hundred times already. Maybe she went down on women all the time. But I knew for damn sure I was the only brother she had. This was definitely a first for both of us. I moved up, withdrew my fingers and rested the head of my cock against her asshole.

Katie lifted from Bel just enough to whisper, "Yes, Joe..."

I leaned over her back, kissing her shoulders. Katie shifted beneath me and my cock swung free. She was moving, turning on the bed, and I wondered if she was experiencing a change of heart. But no... instead she was making Bel available to me as well as her. We formed a triangle, all three on our sides, Katie nestled between Bel's thighs, me pushed up right between Katie's legs, Bel's face against mine and I kissed her, my tongue writhing against hers, my hand on her heavy breast. My free hand gripped my cock and guided it to its destination. Katie shifted a little and I touched her asshole again. I pressed, gripping myself to keep my cock steady. She was tight... so tight... and I knew at once this was her first time.

Katie tensed and I knew I was hurting her and withdrew.

"No—do it, Joe. It doesn't matter. Do it. I want you to do it."

I pressed again, working past the resistance. Katie was tighter than Bel had been. I leaned into her, forcing the tip of my cock into her asshole and she gave a little cry but this time I didn't withdraw.

"Oh shit..." she said, her voice tight.

"You sure you want this?"

She nodded.

Bel was watching the two of us now, our positions lost. Suddenly she rolled across the bed, searching for the abandoned bottle of lube.

Katie turned, twisting toward me, grasping my face in her hands.

"I love you, Joe," she said against my cheek.

"Oh God, Katie, I want you so much."

She nodded. "I know. Me too. Fuck, it's tight though."

"I'm gonna stop," I said, pulling back.

Katie's fingers dug into my cheeks. "No. It hurts, but it... Joe, it feels so good as well. I want all of you inside me. All of you."

Bel muscled against me. She had found the lube. She tipped the bottle and I moved to allow her to drool the slick oil onto the point my cock entered my sister. My new position gave me a clear view of my invasion and I experienced an instant urge to come. The head of my cock was buried in Katie's ass. Her body lay twisted on the bed, one arm flung above her head, the other placing a hand flat on her belly as though it ached. Maybe it did.

"Try again, Joe," Bel whispered. She added a little more oil.

I pressed. Then I withdrew until only the head of my cock rested against Bel's anus.

"More oil, right there."

Bel obliged. I noticed she held the bottle in one hand, her other buried between her legs, moving. Bel's large breasts swayed and shook, lust distorting her face.

"That's so hot, Joe," she whispered.

"You don't know half of it." I used the tip of my cock to work the oil into Katie's ass, the passage becoming slick and easier. Bel added more oil. We were making one hell of a mess of the bed but nobody cared. Mess could be fixed.

"Fuck her," Bel grunted.

I grabbed her behind the neck and pulled her down to kiss her hard. She allowed me before pulling back, shaking her head.

"Fuck Katie," Bel said. She sat back, her thighs parted and I saw her fingers, four of them, plunging into herself.

Katie lay on her side, breathing hard, but the frown line had disappeared from her brow. I pushed and suddenly access was easier. My cock slid inside her and I watched as she accepted me. I turned and kissed her and she opened her eyes and smiled.

"Better?" I asked.

"Wonderful," she said.

"Yeah?"

She nodded. "Oh fuck, yeah." She kissed me again. "I want it all, Joe. All of it."

I nodded too. "You're gonna get it all." I rocked against her, going deeper. She was so tight, so incredibly tight but I bulled myself further. Katie turned, half rolling onto her front and I eased above her. She lifted one leg, opening herself to me and I pressed myself home, sliding easily now until I was deep inside her, tight along my entire length.

"Yes," Katie hissed. "That feels so full, Joe. So, so good."

The bed shook, Bel's doing, her mouth slack, her hand a blur between her legs.

"You're fucking her, Joe," she gasped. "You're fucking your sister in the ass. Oh my God..." She jerked, head falling back as she came, thrusting her hips forward.

"Kiss her," I grunted. "Come here and kiss Katie."

Bel scrambled around, lay beside us and lifted Katie's chin. They kissed and I started rocking into Katie, watching their mouths working. Bel's hands found Katie's breasts. Katie's hand came out, reaching down, and Bel parted her thighs. I wasn't sure I believed what we were actually doing, but the ache in my cock was impossible to ignore.

Katie gave a muffled gasp against Bel's lips and her body jerked.

I reached beneath her and found her pussy, pushing three fingers inside and she grunted again.

I couldn't hold out much longer, but I wanted my sister to come again. I worked her, pushing into her from behind while my fingers invaded her beneath.

Bel gasped and I knew she was coming once more.

Katie's fingers closed tight against Bel's shoulder and she buried her face into the bedclothes. She lifted her ass against me and I pounded against her, unable to hold on a second longer. I made a keening noise, a noise I'd never heard before, as I felt myself begin to empty deep inside my sister. I came like I had never come before, one long, continuous stream, jetting deep into Katie's bowel and she jerked and shuddered beneath me, crying out.

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A month later the three of us sat around a table in Torini's on a friday as though nothing had changed. The head waiter greeted us like old friends, we ordered fish and drank two bottles of wine. To a casual observer we were as we had always been. But each of us knew we were different now.

We had spent the remainder of our vacation, the few days left to us, swimming, sunbathing, and fucking our brains out. We fucked in the ocean, on the porch, in the living room, the shower, and the bed. Driving home we had to stop and pull off the road and I fucked Bel while Katie sat on my face, kissing my wife as they both climaxed.

Katie returned to her office.

A month later she turned up on the doorstep as usual, except for one difference. She carried a small overnight bag.

I cocked my head and smiled.

"OK if I stay over?" she asked.

"Sure. I assume you won't need the spare room?"

She grinned. "What do you think? I need to be up early Monday for work, but other than that... and I brought us some toys." She opened her bag and I peered inside, swallowed. Dildos, beads, a strap-on.

Bel came to the door, pulled Katie inside and kissed her, Katie's hands rising to Bel's breasts.

We went out to eat, but all I could think about was after.





