Asshole."
"Oh yeah Bri, it's definitely me that's an asshole."
"Go fuck yourself Ryan"
"Well, I suppose fucking myself would be far better than fucking a skank like you."
So started an average Wednesday morning at the Brown homestead. You see, my wife's younger sister came to live with us about a month ago. From the very beginning I knew that it was a bad idea and stated the same, but Kendra wasn't having any of it. There was no way that she would turn her back on her baby sister. Not that that was what I had suggested. My idea was quite simple, float her a little cash and be done with it and her.
Before I get too far ahead of myself, I will back up a little. You see Brittney or as she likes to be called, Bri, has always had some pretty big shoes to fill. Kendra her older sister has always excelled at any she put her mind to. Kendra was the cheerleading captain of her high school, graduated valedictorian, was given a full scholarship to Stanford, got her dream job and to top it all off, Kendra is absolutely gorgeous. She is blonde, athletic and has a killer body.
Brittney on the other hand hasn't had it so easy. Bri was never into sports. She thought that school was for losers and college was never in her game plan, whatever that plan may be. Her dream job would be moving to Denver to work in one of the legalized grow ops that they have and that is exactly what she did. Bri is smaller than Kendra, she obviously takes after her father's side of the family and did not inherit any of the traits that her mother and sister possess and display. Bri has brunette hair and her overall frame is much slighter. As far as her body goes? That's anyone guess. Bri has always worn skate culture clothes. Baggy as fuck.
So Bri has always had a deep-rooted hate on for her sister and when Kendra and I married it just got worse. The Brown's have what many would call "The Dream Life". You see we have good jobs, a beautiful home, nice cars, a dog and so on. Bri could never wrap her head around the fact that it took lots of hard work to get where we were at. Instead it was her belief that it just happened.
So, after she finished high school, Bri ventured off to Denver. "Fuck you and your Bourgeois life style", were her parting words. For 18 months no one heard a word about or from her. Bri basically dropped off the face of the earth. Then just over a month ago Kendra received a phone call from a college friend that apparently volunteers at a homeless shelter. The one where Bri was currently residing. I guess Grace recognized Kendra's little sister and made the call. 2 hours later we were on a flight to Denver.
As surprising as this might sound to some people, while marijuana is legal in Colorado, it is apparently illegal to steal it from the company that you work for or to work there underage with fake I.D. Go figure. We went to the company that Bri had previously been employed at and the manager was kind enough to fill in a few of the voids from the last 18 months. Bri was less than the exemplary employee. She had been caught smoking weed at work a number of times. She had a horrible attendance record, fought with other employees and the straw that broke the camels back was that she was caught on video stealing weed.
We found Bri sitting outside of the local shelter and I actually felt sorry for her. She was broken, sad and smelled like she had been living in a kennel. After a quick stop to buy her some new clothes, we brought her back to our hotel room. I think that her and Kendra spent the next 2 hours in the washroom delousing her. The next day it was back to Connecticut.
Back to reality.
After our morning banter Bri and I stayed away from each other. You see Kendra commutes to work everyday and I work from home. I have a private office on the main floor of our home and I rarely have to go into the actual office. So, with me working at home and Bri just being there all of the fucking time, weighs pretty heavy on me.
For 2 years I have had a ritual. Work from 8am until 11am. Play a little Xbox. Have some lunch. Rub one out. Back to work at 2pm until 4pm. Start supper. I loved my life. Now, I keep myself locked in my office. Can't even bring my Xbox in because it's what we use for Netflix. So now I actually had to work. At noon I stopped for lunch.
Bri was sitting at the breakfast counter looking like she may have been crying.
"What's up?"
"Like you give a fuck Ryan, some of the thing you say, really hurt." With that she proceeded to start crying again.
I wasn't quite sure what to say. Always the tough exterior. Was she setting me up for another verbal assault? Was she being the conniving little bitch that everyone knew and loved / hated?
"What's with you?" I bit.
"Why do think that I am such a skank? Am I that ugly? Why don't guys like me? What do I need to do to change?"
Nope. Wasn't getting into this conversation. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not fucking ever.
"Ryan, tell me. I want to know."
"Listen Bri, I didn't mean what I said. You were just being...you, so I said something stupid."
That didn't help the sobbing. For the first time in all the years that I knew her, Bri looked fragile. She looked deflated, almost beaten. Very vulnerable. Something that I didn't expect.
"Look, you are attractive enough. Why don't you start by getting some clothes that fit you? Get over the goddamn skateboard scene. Maybe pull your hair back, out of your face so people can see that someone lives in there and maybe just maybe, smile once and awhile. It wouldn't hurt you, you know."
Fuck it I thought to myself. "While we are at it, why don't you sign up for an online course of some kind? Kendra or I would be more than willing to help you with it."
"Only so you can get me out of here quicker."
"One other thing. You could work on not being a bitch so much." End of conversation.
I made supper for the 3 of us. Some salmon and a salad. Kendra was her bubbly self, Bri was her moody self and I was by myself. I took the dog for a walk, opened a beer and turned on the Bruins game.
At 11pm I headed to the shower. Kendra was already in bed when I got there. She smelled like lavender. My cock was instantly hard. I pulled up her nightie and cupped one of her firm breasts. No resistance. That was a good sign. I took my favorite nipple into my mouth. A slight moan. Even better. Down came the cute little cotton panties. Fuck yes. My tongue parted her wet slit. I was so horny that I was near exploding. I sucked her outer lips while gently easing a finger into her. Kendra moaned a little louder and pushed her hips up off the bed and into my face. I pushed a little harder on her engorged clit as her impending orgasm neared. With a soft scream she wrapped her fingers into my hair and pulled my face harder into her wetness. I gave her a few seconds to recuperate before pushing my cock into her tight cunt. I know that it wasn't very romantic, but I had some needs that hadn't been met since Bri had moved in. Yes, this was the first time I had been in my goddess of a wife in over 30 days. The fact that I was able to last more than 2 minutes surprised me. Her tight wet twat pulsated around my cock and that was it. I sent rope after rope of my seed into her.
"Oh my fucking god, I forgot what that was like."
"It hasn't been that long Ryan. I just wanted to pay you back for being such a sweet guy."
"Why? What happened?"
"Bri says that you had a talked with her. Do you know we signed her up for a course tonight? She can work at her own pace from home. It's a course in process engineering. I guess she had an interest in it at her old job, before she got fired that is."
"Well lucky us, paying for schooling for kids that aren't even ours."
The next morning came and went. No sign of Bri until shortly after noon. As soon as she arrived in the kitchen, looking like she was fresh out of a shower, I did a double take. A whole different person. Bri had pulled her hair back into a damp ponytail and had on just a little eyeliner and was wearing a tank top with some tight as fuck yoga pants. Were those spectacular things sticking out from underneath her top tits? Where the hell had she been hiding that ass? Who knew? This moment was going into the spank bank for later use. Bri definitely caught me checking her out.
"Sorry I missed breakfast. I was up late last night with all of the enrollment stuff for my course. Thank you by the way for the suggestion. It looks like it will be lots of work, but it may be worth it in the long run." With that she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, "thanks again." And was off down the hall to her room.
Her hair smelled of vanilla and her breathe was warm and minty. The hell with the spank bank, this is going to happen sooner than later. I made my way to my office and closed the door. A little hand lube and I was away. Just as I about to pop nut I was certain that I had heard a scuffling noise and giggling outside of my door. I didn't really care at this point, I was in it for the end game. After a little clean-up, it was back to work, but I couldn't stop thinking of how hot Bri looked in her new outfit. The way that it hugged her form, the way that it traced the outline of her vulva and her ass and the way that she smelled.
I had to snap out of this, quickly. I needed something, but I just wasn't sure what. Making my way to the kitchen for something cold to cool me down, all I could smell was vanilla. Fuck my life. Bent over at the island was that ass, just staring at me. I wanted to run up and cram my face into it. What the fuck was wrong with me. I loathed this girl, yet I couldn't stop looking at her.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"What do you know about the application of fundamental principles and the laws of nature that allow us to transform nature into energy?"
"Not a goddamn thing. Where the fuck is Bri and what have you done with her?"
This brought a smile to her face and until this very moment I had never noticed how pretty she truly was. She turned to me with her arms crossed over her breasts holding her coffee mug and said, "Come on, help me with my homework."
"Nope. Your sister will kill me. Plus, I have my own "home" work to do and I'm tired."
"You should be tired. After last night and again this afternoon. I heard you and I heard you and Kendra, you know."
"I guess privacy is a thing of the past in this goddamned house?"
"Hard to have privacy, you're a little bit loud when you come." With that she was gone.
That night the 3 of watched a movie together and had what was probably the best evening we had ever had since I had met Kendra. We laughed, drank some cheap wine and snacked on some cheesy nachos. But all the while I couldn't take my eyes off of Bri. She seemed to have a glow about her.
Over the next few days we were sociable yet kept our distance. We chatted about the projects we were working, current events, etc. Everything was fine until Thursday. I got up as usual, followed the same routine and things were going along fine. That was until I spilled a glass of chocolate milk on myself. Simple fix. Run upstairs, rinse off, change clothes. What could go wrong?
Well, your wife's younger sister could be laying naked in your ensuite tub for one. I stripped off my wet clothes and opened my bathroom door. Kendra was at work and Bri should be in her room working on her school stuff. Not what happened. I walked in and there was Bri in all of her glory, laying half covered by water and the remanence of what looked like a bubble bath. We made immediate eye contact, but my eyes had other ideas, they had a mind of their own. With very deliberate intentions, they slowly moved down her body to her gorgeous tits and rock-hard nipples, moving along I was in disbelief of how smooth and hard her stomach was. Still lower my eyes moved until they reached a spot from which they seemed to be glued upon. Bri's vagina was beautiful. It had a small furry landing strip just above her thick lips and protruding clit. I couldn't look away. Bri turned slightly in the tub when reaching for her towel and just that small motion gave me a wide-open view of heaven. Fuck it looked good.
When I finally realized what was happening, I looked up to Bri's face, but she was staring lower. Apparently, all the blood had rushed from one head to another. I was rock solid and Bri was transfixed on my erection.
"What are you doing in here."
"Duh...having a bath."
"You have your own washroom."
"Duh...no tub."
At this point Bri was standing and toweling off. When she bent in front of me to pick-up her dirty clothes, I thought I was going to explode. Her perfect ass was a work of art and her pussy lips seemed to sing out an invitation.
I rinsed off quickly but was unsure what my rush was. When I got down stairs Bri was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"That was quick. You must have had quite the build-up in you."
"I didn't do what you think."
"Sure, sure. Listen, if you wanted to see me naked so bad, why didn't you just ask. Letting you see my ass is the least I can do for you and Kendra letting me mooch off of you. You don't have to sneak around being a Peeping Tom."
"Listen. I had no idea that you were in there."
"Maybe, but when you found me, you weren't in any hurry to leave, in fact, your eyes almost burned a hole into my skin from staring so much."
"I didn't notice you trying to cover up or look away yourself."
"Couldn't. It's not everyday that I see a cock that nice." And with that she was once again gone.
I was rattled. I couldn't focus on work. I wanted to jerkoff so bad. I was coming unglued. After looking at the clock on my monitors screens for the one hundredth time, I called it a day. It was going to be okay, I'd make a nice supper, have some wine and when in bed I'd casually tell Kendra that I'd saw her little sister naked. If Kendra pictured the scruffy little bitch that we picked up in Denver I might be okay, but if she pictured the hot goddess that smelled like her favorite bubble bath, I was fucked.
Another first. Bri thought that today, of all days, would be a great time to help in the kitchen. The space is plenty big enough for 2 people, but she continually touched or rubbed up against me. I refused to look at her. No checking her out. Be a good boy, be a good boy. Kendra arrived home, downed some wine and ran off to the shower. While I was getting plates for the table, Bri reached over my shoulder for some water glasses, with on hand on my hip and her tits pressed into my back, she whispered in my ear. "I bet Kendra gonna be a lucky girl tonight." Not waiting for me to clue into what she had meant, Bri rubbed my cock with her free hand. I had no idea how hard I was. I had been trying to figure out how to handle telling Kendra about my day, that I must have got turned on by my thoughts.
Kendra's return snapped me out of my coma, when she floated into the kitchen like a breeze, "Everything smells great you guys. I'm so spoiled."
Supper clean-up was uneventful. Bri suggested another family movie night, which Kendra thought was a "splendid" idea.
Popcorn and drinks in hand, we were ready to go. The girls picked a chick flick that I had no say in. It turned out to be better than expected because of the nudity. Nothing like stars showing off their titties, to excite the masses. Half way through the movie there was a fairly hot love making scene, fairly graphic and just enough to make me hard. Kendra noticed and tossed a throw blanket over me. What she didn't noticed was that over on the loveseat, Bri had slipped a hand down the front of her shorts and was quietly giving herself a workout.
Wait, am I the only one that can smell it? The room had the distinct sweet sticky smell of my favorite fruit, vagina. No one said a thing. The movie ended, Kendra said goodnight and headed upstairs, Bri got up from the couch with wobbly legs. I grabbed her by the arm and said, "here, let me help you." When I had her arm, I raised her hand to my nose and took a sniff. Beautiful.
"Pig."
"Really? At least I do it behind closed doors when I assume that no one is watching or eaves dropping."
That remark actually brought a smile to her face.
The sexual banter and staring at each other continued for the next week or so. Subtle touching, but nothing that would appear premeditated. Kendra was none the wiser.
I awoke to the sound of the shower and with a raging hardon. I found Kendra in the shower all soapy and sexy. I knocked on the door with the biggest puppy dog eyes I could muster.
"Oh, come on. But hurry. I'll be late for work."
God, I loved her. Nothing fancy about it, just a raw savage quickie in the shower. We both came and the kiss afterward seemed to last as long as the actual sex. Quickies are definitely one of the most understated acts of sex.
"Ryan, I'll pick up supper on my way home, okay?"
"Sounds good. What's the occasion?"
"Brittney passed her first exam yesterday, has perfect grades and hasn't been in any trouble since she started that fucking class a month ago."
"Good for her. I'll make some calls, maybe Gordon over at tech support knows someone that might be in the market for a process engineer, in the near future. Do you plan on getting her a little gift?"
"Thanks, and yes. But not a "little" gift. I was planning on giving her something a little bit "bigger"."
"Like what?"
"Well...like you. I keep finding my vibrator in her room and I am certainly not fond of the idea. I know that she has needs, but thinking of her using my toys, really pisses me off. You're stuck here at home with her all day. Maybe you could treat her to something special. I pretty sure that Bri doesn't have tonnes of experience or probably hasn't had sex with anyone that has cared about her."
My chin must have been dragging the floor.
"What? You don't think it's a good idea. I think there may be a subliminal little demon on your shoulder saying, "do it!!". Come on, you think that I haven't noticed how hard your cock was the other night while Bri was jerking off watching that movie."
"What the fuck? Can you hear yourself? Do you know what you are asking me to do?"
"Do you think it is going to cause you undue hardship? It just sex, just once and everyone is happy."
"Sorry, I'm not buying what you're selling. Someday in the future, the very near future, this would come back to bite me in the ass. Picture this. You're a little pissed at me for some reason. Maybe it's that time of the month. Maybe I forgot to put the toilet seat down. Who the fuck knows the reason, but maybe, just maybe, you are pissed off just enough to call Big Bill and say, "guess what daddy, that bastard Ryan is fucking both of your daughters" I think that might be what it takes to have him load up that service revolver of his and fill me full of holes. That big fucker has never liked me."
"Your funny."
"Do I honestly look like I'm trying to be funny? I'm scared shitless."
"Only because you are afraid you can't satisfy a 19 year old. I'm kidding, don't start getting all pouty. Listen, do it for me. Please. Bri needs a little love in her life. Do it and I will make one of your fantasies come true."
"Now I know you're fucking with me."
"Honest, cross my heart. You pick which one. Fuck I'm gonna be late. Love you" A quick kiss and she was gone.
All day I avoided "the little sister" like she has an uncurable STD. No looking, no touching, hell, no talking. Distance would be my savior.
The no looking part was put to test early in the afternoon. I went into the kitchen for an iced tea and Bri was standing near the fridge with her arms raised in the air stretching. Her hard stomach and the bottom of those perfect titties were clearly in view.
"Practicing your yoga moves?"
"Not really. Just stiff from being at the desk all day."Here try this. It helps."
Fuck it. No looking, gone. No talking, gone. And as I reached up and started to rub her shoulders, no touching, gone. I slowly massaged Bri's shoulders and neck. She did have a couple of small knots that I was able to smooth out for her. She a purring like a kitten while I rubbed her back with my thumbs and her rib cage with my fingers. It wasn't until that firm ass of hers backed into my package that I realized how fucking hard I was. The temptation to bend her over the counter was almost overpowering. Bri pressed back harder into my dick and turned slightly to her left. When she did, I found my hand full of her soft yet firm tit. When I pulled away, Bri grabbed my arm and put my hand to her nose and stiffed.
Bri giggled and said, that someone was being a good boy today.
I couldn't help but smile and say, "Pig."
"I should have guessed you were behaving, considering you got laid this morning."
"How do you know I got laid."
"I went into Kendra's closet looking for something and saw you guys in the shower."
I wanted to ask what she was looking for, but I probably knew the answer. I also wanted to tell her to stay the fuck out of my room but couldn't. So, I said the only thing that came to my mind.
"You should have joined us."
The backdoor opened and in walked Kendra. Carrying food and gifts. For the time being I was saved by the bell, but I knew that I was on a dangerous road.
Everybody enjoyed the spring rolls, mango salad and pad thai. Bri especially enjoy her gift, a new iPad. Kendra told her it was loaded with everything she would need for her class to become mobile. Bri raced away from the table, off to download iTunes and the such. While doing dishes Kendra asked, with a grin on her face, how my day had gone. When I told her that it was uneventful, she looked truly disappointed.
"Ryan, aren't you even going to try?"
"Do you really want me to?"
"You know I do."
We kissed deeply as if to seal the deal.
The next morning was shitty. It was chilly and rainy. Kendra left for work cursing her luck that she wasn't fortunate enough to be able to work from home like her sister and I. Tough luck for her. I went through my daily routine of cleaning up the breakfast dishes, making the bed, rinsing the shower out etc. The clothes hamper was almost full so I guessed today would be laundry day. Walking past Bri's door I stopped. I could hear the shower and decided to go in under the guise of looking for dirty clothes. I enter her room and walked over to the bathroom entrance. God she is gorgeous. Water was cascading down her body and luckiest bar of soap in the world was rubbing against her most private parts. When I spoke, Bri jumped but did nothing to cover herself.
"Any dirty clothes in here that you want washed?"
"Everything in my hamper and whatever is on the floor in here."
As I picked up the stuff on the floor, I noticed that Bri had pressed her goose bumped ass against the glass. When she saw that I was checking her out, she bent at the waist. Don't only bad girls bend at the waist? In my head I imagined that it was the best view that I could have ever had. It certainly brightened this gloomy day.
Bri had a nervous look about her when she said, "make sure you don't sniff my panties, you perv."
Two can play this game. "Why would I sniff your panties, when I could can get a sniff and a taste right from the source?"
There was some dead air and tension in the kitchen when Bri walked in. She was wearing a small white tank top, no bra and a loose pair of jogging shorts. Unsure about panties, but Bri had definitely upped her clothing game.
We went about doing our own breakfast thing but kept each other within sight. Finally, I broke the ice, "plans for today?"
"Not much. No schoolwork scheduled. Maybe watch Netflix and chill. You?"
"Pretty much the same. Just finished my last project. Nothing due for a couple of months. So I get to fuck around for a few days while plans are finalized."
"Feel like watching something with me?"
"Yeah, I'm in."
After a little clean-up in the kitchen, we made our way into the den. I grabbed the big Lazy Boy chair, leaving the loveseat or couch for Bri. Bri, made her way over to the front of the television to grab the remote. When she bent over to pick it up my underwear question was answered. Nope, nada, nil. Her glistening lips were staring me in the face.
"How many times do you think you are going to be able to point that thing at me before I take a bite out of it?"
"I dare you." Was her quick response as she flopped backwards onto the loveseat.
When I stood up, we made eye contact. I wasn't sure who was more scared about what might happen next, me or her. I walked over, reached down and grabbed the sides of her tank top and gently pulled it up over her head. Bri let out a breath of air that almost sounded like a moan. I sank to my knees in front of her, never losing eye contact. I run my hands softly up her legs from her knees. When I reached the elastic waist band of her shorts, Bri bit her bottom lip and slightly lifted her ass off of the cushion. I took an eternity to pull them down her smooth soft legs.
There was no mistaking either of our excitement. I was probably harder than I had ever been in my life and Bri was leaking her shiny nectar onto the material that she was sitting on.
As much as I had once hated the young lady in front of me and wanted to bend her over and fuck the hell out of her, I couldn't. The look in her eyes was one of love, lust and desire. She wanted to be loved.
I leaned forward and took her head into my hands. Our lips touched for our first ever romantic kiss. Any thoughts of hesitation left me when Bri pushed her tongue against my lips and into my mouth. We melted together in a kiss as if it were something we had been doing for years. When I tried to pull away Bri bit onto my lip. I persisted. I had other plans. My soft kisses landed on her neck, tracing their way down to her magnificent breasts. Bri's nipples and areolas were perfect. Her nipples were hard and very sensitive. When I licked and sucked one of them for the first time, I could see the goosebumps raise on her silky skin. Bri let out a moan that almost made me cum on the floor. Her tits felt so good in my hands and mouth, I didn't think I would ever let them go, but I did. I had other plans.
I followed the path of her cleavage, down along her had belly to her pubic mound and that small hint of a landing strip. When I kissed Bri on her mound just above her clit she shivered and refreshed her body with more goosebumps. I pressed my tongue against her slit and pushed my way in. It would be an understatement to say that the smell and taste was intoxicating. At that moment I knew, no I hoped that this would not be the last time this happened. I softly sucked Bri's labia into my mouth, trying to drink up as much of her juices as I possibly could. I worked my tongue in and out, up and down. I was over excited and not as focused as I normally would have been when performing this task. Bri didn't seem to notice or mind. When I was able to gather myself up and put the focus on her clit, Bri made a cooing noise like nothing I had ever heard before. I made slow soft circles around her love button, while easing a finger into her vagina. It was so tight that I was concerned about being able to get my cock into her without causing her any pain, when the time came. I pushed my finger in and out while continuing my assault on her clit. Bri had stopped breathing and lifted her ass up off of the sofa. She grabbed my head and pulled it into with such force, I was sure my nose would break. Bri's orgasm was one of substance, she moaned and her whole body shook. It wasn't squirting but there was more love juice than I have ever witnessed. I did my best to clean up the mess we had made. I licked everything in sight. When my tongue touched Bri's asshole, she jumped as though it had happened by mistake. When I flattened my taste buds and pressed against her anus, she relaxed and pushed back toward me. When my cleanup was complete, I straighten up and went to pull Bri in for a kiss, but stopped, she was crying.
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing. It's just that...It's, well, no one has ever done that to me."
"Licked your bum? Sorry, I got caught up in the moment."
"No. I mean ever licked me anywhere."
I leaned forward and we hugged and then we kissed with the passion of long-time lovers.
"Bri, I want to made love to you. Are you protected?" Bri nodded in agreement.
Due to the tightness I had felt when I had my finger in her vagina, we thought that it would be best for her to be on top. We switched positions with giggles, touches and kisses that are normally shared by couples who are comfortable with each other and not like two people who were nervous about it being their first-time having sex.
When Bri sat on my lap the heat that radiated from her sex made me moan. I couldn't wait to be in her and told her so. Bri reached down between my legs and started to use my cock as a toy to masturbate with. She rubbed it back and forth on her slit. Leaning back, I took this as an opportunity to play with those tits again. When I squeezed and sucked, Bri shuttered and pressed harder onto my cock, I received the response that I was after. Bri released my dick and kissed me with an unexpected urgency. We once again locked eyes as I lined my cock up to the opening of the pearly gates. I lifted slightly and Bri pushed downward until the head popped inside. Bri's breath was coming mostly in the form of panting. At her pace, Bri raised and lowered herself until inch by inch, I was completely in. Her head and soft hair rested on my chest until she had recovered enough to talk.
"I feel sooo...full."
Bri slowly started to move on me. More of a grinding lap dance than fucking. She was sucking my ear and biting my neck while she did it. I was definitely harder than a steel bar. I couldn't resist the temptation and started lifting myself up and pushing into Bri's tight cunt. We fell into a rhythm that suited both of our needs. Not so fast as to make it uncomfortable or to make it end too quickly. The smell of sex gloriously filled the air, the room and coated our bodies. I may never wash the scent off of me.
Not intended to sound vain, but we were fucking like a well-oiled machine. Our timing and movements were done in unison. I couldn't get enough. I looked down and watched myself entering and exiting the best pussy I had ever had the privilege of being in. I was lost, I was in heaven.
"Do you want to switch and me get on top?"
"No, this is perfect."
"I can't last much longer."
"Don't try to."
My cock was covered in juices as it slid in and out of Bri's wetness. As our momentum picked up, my right hand found her tit, my left hand found her ass and our tongues entwined. We weren't having sex as Kendra had wanted us to have, we were making love and there is a real big difference. I was getting really close. Bri's felt it and her vagina tightened its grip around my shaft as to never let it go. She stiffened as she had her climax and I released rope after rope of my load into her.
She lay against me with her head on my shoulder, her vagina pulsing on my cock. I didn't want this to ever end.
Bri lifted her head to kiss me and once again there were tears in her eyes. We kissed and held each other tight as we drifted off in a peaceful slumber. Bri awoke first and had an almost shy, embarrassed look on her face. I am fairly sure that she was uncertain what her next move should be, so I acted first by kissing her softly and asking if she would like to join me in a shower.
We took turns soaping one another's most intimate parts, until Bri lowered herself to her knees and took me into her mouth. The water from the shower cascaded over us, down Bri's face and her long dark hair. She stared up at me with eye contacted that melted my heart. The warmth of her mouth, the steady sucking, the soft purring noises she was making, coupled with the movement of her tongue put me over the edge.
"I'm really, really close."
Bri continued looking into my soul and sucked harder. I ejaculated harder than I could ever remember and Bri didn't skip a beat. She sucked awhile longer until I started to soften and then she stood. I think she was surprised when I kissed her.
"That was beyond words. Thank you so much, it has honestly never been better for me." I was stammering and before I realized what I was going to say, it came out.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Ryan. I always have."
We held on to each other until, I grabbed a towel and started to dry off Bri's sexy body. We both quietly put on some clothes and headed down stairs. Bri announced that she was going to make us some lunch and I decided to put on some vinyl for a little back ground music.
Bri stood at the counter chopping vegetables, swaying her sexy hips in time to the tune that was playing on the stereo. She couldn't have looked any sexier if she had stopped what she was doing and actually tried to.
Standing there watching her, all I could hear in my head was the lyrics from the Bob Dylan song Buckets of Rain. "I like your smile and your fingertips. I like the way that you move your hips, I like the cool way you look at me. Everything about you is bringing me misery."
I put my hands on Bri's hips and we moved together, dancing in silence listening to Van Morrison serenade us, her preparing lunch and me caressing every inch of her skin. I cupped on of Bri tits in my hand and with the other, I squeezed her firm ass cheeks. Bri pushed her ass toward me so I pulled her close to me, moving my hand from her ass to her moist slit.
"You keep touching me there and we are never going to have lunch."
"That's something a can live with."
I eased her shorts down her legs for the second time that day and buried my face into her ass. Bri moaned loudly as my tongue attacked her pussy like a starving man. Her juices ran freely down my chin. I punished Bri's clit, lips and asshole with my probing. When I put all of my attention on her swollen clit, Bri dropped the knife that she was working with, put her head on the counter and held on to its edge. It didn't take very long until she let out squeak as she clenched up and came.
I couldn't wait. I put Bri's right leg on the counter and pushed myself into her wetness. We moved as one, each feeling and sensing what the others next move would be. Bri put her leg down and bent over and held the counter. I grabbed her breasts and pounded into her. The sight of Bri's ass and my cock going in and out of her cunt pushed me to my limits. I exploded into her again and again. Van was correct, it was a marvelous night for a Moondance.
After we straightened up, Bri kissed me and giggled that she was having her lunch before we had another shower. When we finished up our shower, Bri suggested another movie and I agreed. This time we cuddled together on the loveseat.
"Ryan, can I tell you something?"
"Considering what we 've been doing all day, I'd say you could tell me anything."
"This was the best day of my life. I've never enjoyed myself like I did today. Do...do you think it can ever happen again?"
"I would like that very much and I'm sure that it will."
"I serious about what I said early today, I don't just tell any asshole that I love him." She said with a smile.
"I bet you don't."
Supper was on the table when Kendra returned home. We sat and listened to music, drank wine and talked, for over an hour after the last bite had been taken. It was the perfect family night.
Shortly before 11:00pm, Kendra headed for bed. I headed down the hall to Bri's room and knocked.
"Come in."
I put my hands on Bri's cheeks, kissed her as softly as I possibly could and told her,
"I love you. See you in the morning."
Bri hugged me with tears in her eyes and smiled when she said that she'd make breakfast.
Kendra had showered and was reading a novel, waiting for me in bed.
"Well?"
"Well what?"
"How was you day?" she said with a smirk.
"Good. You?"
"Cut the shit Ryan, I can see it in your face."
"Okay. If you must know it was great. I was loving, caring and raw, all at the same time."
"I guess now you'll wanna collect your reward?"
"Believe me, today day was reward enough, but if you feel like you owe me my pick of fantasies, I have a special one in mind."
"Oh yeah tough guy. What would that fantasy consist of, is my asshole going to be sore for a week?"
"Nope. Not that. But maybe someday soon. What I have in mind is actually very simple. I want a threesome. You, me and your little sister."