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Here’s a story about an evil sister, a naive bimbo, and the heroic sister and brother-in-law who made everything all right. First the Evil sister. Not really evil in the curse sense, just the ineffectual type who’s idea of success is to divide a crowd, get the two sides fighting, and then jumping on to the side she thinks will win. Any encounter with her would involve not letting her drive a wedge between you and any friend who might be there. My other sister was just the opposite, doing any and everything for most who asked. Hard to believe they were from the same bloodlines. I hope I have the same genes as the non-evil. I am the youngest. The evil one left home when I was a young teenager. I think we all knew her too well and wouldn’t play her games to her satisfaction. Even then she tried to drive the wedge and get me to turn my back on the family
And finally, the brother-in-law. Just this guy, really. Looked OK, had a good job, but mainly always had time to talk to a confused teen. He and the nice sister had a very close, cozy relationship and their house was a favourite retreat for me. Even without the evil one, home was a little dysfunctional. Maybe that’s what made her the way she was. Anyway, it was good to have a safe haven.
I married in due course, and all was well for several years, but it fell
apart in the end. No fault, really, we just found ourselves not wanting the same
goals. Which brings me to the time in my life when my story happened. Evil’s
marriage had also crumbled, because nobody could live long with her kind of
nonsense. So when I too found myself alone, she thought she might finally have
found a real ally, or at least someone vulnerable enough to be moulded into a
yes-girl. When she failed, she was not at all gracious in defeat, and I like so
many times, found myself sobbing my story to my brother-in-law.
“She just went too far this time,” I gritted out, “She said some things that I
can never forgive.” I paused, waiting for a least a bit of commiseration, or
anything that would take the burden of speech from me. It didn’t come. He knew
there was more to the story and waited patiently for it..
“She told me the only reason you ever wanted to have me hang around is
because you,” I choked a bit searching for the right way to say it, found
none,”She said you want to fuck me.” I cringed into his chest waiting for the
explosion. It didn’t come, but after a pause I could feel a chuckle. His hands
gripped my shoulders, and he pushed me back to look me squarely in to eye.
“I make a point of never wanting something I think is unattainable. If you look
in the mirror, you will see that there are probably hundreds of men who you have
met who would have liked to fuck you. Some you can bet even lusted for you. I
admit I have wished and wondered, but I didn’t keep you around thinking I might
have a chance.” He smiled gently, “On the plus side, I promise I never had even
that much interest in Evil.”
We talked a bit more as I settled down. I used the F word just because Evil did, thinking it would get a blowdown reaction. When it didn’t, and I calmed , I came to understand how a man could find the idea of sex sith me intriguing without making a pursuit. I was even a bit flattered, when I thought it out. I even had to admit to myself that I had had a few fantasy’s involving him over the years. In adolescence, when they were newly married, I often fondled myself and thought to him fondling Karen, and even thought of him between my legs like married people do. But together, he had never made me feel like he wanted me, at least for that, so when Evil made the accusation I was totally unprepared and as a result devastated.
So I made peace with my emotions and the whole thing might have passed, except fate found a way to stir the pot. Some months later I was simply messing on their computer and found that their E-mail was open. It was bad of me, but I clicked it anyway. I found only one new message, and brought it up. It was a cryptic message saying only,”Are you guys as horny as us?” The attachment showed a young couple on a bed, he with a boner and she spread out and reaching for the camera. After being flabbergasted, I had a really good look, scolded myself for doing so, then had another good look. Then I went out of the mail, hoping no one would notice the new message was not high-lighted like a new message.
I wasn’t shocked at finding my favourite couple were swingers, so much as
just surprised. My marriage had foundered on my man’s jealousy when a man would
look cross-eyed at me. This happened a lot, because I do tend to be a bit
flirty. But I never thought of having an affair. I knew of the ‘lifestyle’, but
it was a world away from my so-called real world. Now I knew that as close as
they were, they allowed others a bit of closeness too. I thought of my teenaged
thoughts of what went on between my sister’s legs, and now I thought of this
other man I had just seen who wanted to be there, and not for the first time. I
thought of Vern maybe even watching him penetrating, thrusting, and then cumming
in Karen. And them watching him fuck the other woman. I found myself in the
bathroom and cumming all over my hands. As I cleaned up I had to admit to myself
the thought of the orgy I just had in my head wasn’t a bad one.
So it was that on a Sunday afternoon when we were waiting for the BBQ to heat, I made for me a bold move. We had got into the wine early, there was only the three of us, and I just felt a bit reckless. I knew they had friends over last night, knew I hadn’t been invited as I often am, and had to wonder if the E-mail friends had scored. I found myself hoping they had, and regretting I was not part of that picture. It was a long time since I had felt a man, and I judged myself as horny as the next woman.
The phone rang in the house, and both made a move, looking at the other. Soon
both sat back and said ‘bugger it”. Karen said that Evil had been bugging her
lately about this and that, and she didn’t feel like more of that right now. So
the phone had to tend itself, which it did. We could hear the answering machine
record the message just clearly enough to tell it was in fact Evil.
“Did you know the only reason you guys like to have me around is because Vern
wants to fuck me?” I asked Karen. Karen’s mouth dropped open. “At least that’s
what Evil told me.” I continued a bit lamely, wondering what kind of Pandora”s
box I had opened. Karen glanced at Vern, who nodded.
“Are you saying yes, that”s what Evil says, or yes, I want to fuck Bess”?
Karen wasn’t annoyed. She had a wide smirk, and I had another mental picture of
her guiding a strange boner into her pussy.
“Poor old Ev must be omniscient. She’s got me dead to rights. Do you have any
date-rape drug I could slip little Bess?”
“I don’t think you need it. I think she’s as horny as you are. Do you have a
bit left from last night?” I watched with a dry mouth as my angelic sister
turned the gas off the BBQ. She took my hand and I followed meekly as I was led
into the house and down the hall. I felt Vern’s hands on my shoulders, the I
felt the knot slip in my halter top and as we reached the bed it fell to my
waist and I felt his warm gentle hands on my neglected nipples. As Karen flitted
around unsnapping, unzipping, and tugging, I realized with a start that the
couple on the E-mail had been laying on this very bed for the picture.
By this time I was naked, and felt that nice feel of a hard cock rubbing the
cheeks of my ass. Even as it happened I could feel the change from satin smooth
to deliciously slippery as some pre-cum found my skin. I parted my legs so the
hands holding me from behind could reach between my legs and find that spot that
only I had been finding for so long. The cock slid between from behind, and when
I clamped down on it, it still stuck out a bit on front. I’m not that big, but
even so it showed more cock than I had ever had. I came about that time,
clinging to edge of the bed, wanting desperately to get that cock in me, but not
willing to lose the moment. When finally I could move, I threw myself on the
bed. I spread wide to invite Vern to party and as he came into me I was sort of
aware of a camera flashing. I was cumming again even as he was half way in, and
had no thought of preserving for posterity. But My favourite picture shows Vern
holding himself at arms length but me clear of the bed, arms around his neck and
legs around his knees, trying to get closer to him. Another good one shows me on
the bed with my hands over my eyes, Vern arched back as he pumped into me.
WOW!!
“So Evil was right all along.” I teased Vern in the afterglow. Karen was
cuddled behind me, fondling Vern’s soft cock back into life. Vern reflected on
the accusation through the post- fuck haze.
When he finally spoke, he was gentle but firm.” No. I never thought of fucking
you until I fucked another girl who looks a lot like you and the thought crossed
my mind. But by then you were getting married and I thought what chance I had
was gone. Still, maybe we should write her a thank you note.”
“No, “ said Karen, finding my hand and putting it on vern’s new boner, “It would
be unkind, making her think she had brought us closer together. It would be the
worst kind of torture for her. ”
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