This story was once posted but removed for reasons not covered here. Several issues were edited since its last appearance on Literotica. It should be more pleasing to read.
Book One
The Tides
Adventures of unbridled love told by those who experienced it…
This is book one in a series called Ocean’s Edge. The primary characters, Frank and Brandie, are based on real people and parts of this story are truer than others. Character biographies are provided before the story.
BIOGRAPHIES
Frank:
Frank is a six-foot-tall, 263-pound man. Don’t let the weight fool you, he is no slouch. His half American, Half Italian frame is built on strength and endurance. His muscles are toned and ripple his skin, exhibiting his muscular frame. He is an older gentleman with greying brown hair and matching goatee. His eyes are a deep European brown. As with your stereotypical Italian, he naturally speaks with his hands. His closest friends and family each have their own nicknames, the rest are subject to his more American persona. “Bitches” is a common and loving reference to his friends; that choice ruling over “killers” as his second favorite. He’s a favorite choice of women everywhere since he’s done time in the big house for crimes committed in the name of women everywhere.
Brandie:
Brandie is a spitfire of a woman standing at five feet ten inches tall with a muscular frame weighing in at 185 lbs. Like Frank, she is toned and sculpted in all the right places. What will draw you to her is her fiery red hair that many strive but fail to mimic. To lure you in even more is her hypnotic light blue eyes that will fill your mind with song as you stare into them. Her breasts measure a nice 30C that have all the men and even some of the ladies gawking. She’s an athlete with a heart of gold, always laying hands on her closest humans. She comforts those she loves with a soothing touch to your arm or back letting you know everything will be okay. The intensity of her stare hypnotizes even herself as she quite possibly could lose herself in the moment as she focuses her entire being on you. You’ll know she’s in deep thought when her fingers specifically rub the space behind her left ear. While that action may put make her sleepy, her true trance-like habit comes when she focuses on a book or movie and mouths the lines she’s exposed to.
Angie:
Angie is Frank’s sister and absolute mirror image of him in this world. She fits the stereotypical Italian-American role than her brother but also embraces the American culture. She’ll greet you with a pleasing “Ciao amore mio” but leave you with a nice “later gator.” She also not afraid to create a uniquely American insult such as “dick hole” and will reserve that special label for those who upset her. She’s of average height and weight but will grow into a freight sized load of dynamite if she gets upset. Don’t get in her way. Even with all this, she has more going on under the hood. She’s particular about certain things like leaving a towel in an unsightly manner or making a cup of coffee in a manner that didn’t suite her. Stirred precisely four times with the handle presented to the right will get you where you need to be. Anything else and you might be subject to her fury.
Ocean’s Edge
At the Ocean’s Edge, the tides bring new sand and life to the beaches of our lives. This is a story that brings a sudden tidal shift to our personal beach as we walk along it. The path ahead becomes unfamiliar and refreshed with new possibilities. We continue walking the path of life as the latest tidal wave crashes upon our beach.
Book One
The Changing Tides
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Chapter One
The Ad
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Many years ago, I married the love of my life, Brandie. She’s been with me through it all and we’ve taken on all life’s events and challenges together. Everything that happens to us as individuals, we go through together. This includes the time we both started reading erotica online. Some nights, when there was nothing on TV, we would go to bed with a tablet or a laptop and go to our favorite erotica site. We would sometimes masturbate together as we read. Other times, we wouldn’t be able to finish the story without tearing each other’s clothes off. Sometimes we would just read a good story and drift off to sleep.
We had the website bookmarked and as our default page that would open automatically.
“Why would you bookmark a porn site?” some might have asked, if they knew.
It wasn’t your typical porn site with all the “No Credit Card! No Bullshit!” advertisements for whatever you can think of. It simply had graphics advertising their own nude web cam services. Other than that, it was a very well-organized site that grouped stories according to their genre and was easy to navigate.
Initially, it seemed a bit awkward to jump straight to the Taboo/Incest section in search of a story that would get our motors running. We did some looking around and the amount of content related to taboo subjects was significantly higher than any other. Where there was demand, the supply would soon follow.
One night, a while back, I discovered something odd about an advertisement at the top of the main page. It was out of place for what I typically expected to see there. Initially, I scrolled past it to click my way through to the stories, but something caught my eye. I scrolled back down, stared at it for a while and even whispered it to myself to make sure I was seeing it correctly.
It read…
You’ve come this far, why not take another step? Click here to learn about how you and a partner can take your fantasies to the next level in a six day, fully customizable fantasy vacation!
What are you waiting for?
It was intriguing. Brandie and I never had or desired to have children and with that, it gave us a lot of freedom we otherwise would not have been able to enjoy. This proved extraordinarily useful when it came to the genre of erotic stories we preferred.
I looked over to my wife as she lay sleeping next to me. The covers were pulled over her shoulders and all I could see was her cute little nose peeking through the forest of red hair that covered her face. We always read these stories together. The type of ad that was calling me to click on it seemed like the type of curious finding that we would explore together.
I decided to do some investigating on my own.
I clicked the link to see what it was about, and it opened another tab on my browser. I waited only seconds before the website loaded completely. The front page was professionally done and oozed sexual tension; though there was nothing even remotely sexual about it. The words on the screen merely added to the mystery of the original ad I clicked.
We’re glad you’re here.
Have a seat.
What’s your name and how can we reach you?
The background of the website was a professional shot of a sitting room with two chairs; one on either side of a lit fireplace. The fire was animated and the light from it flickered across the image. The flickering of the digital flames created a new sort of ambiance in my room. The chairs on the screen were turned inward toward a dark-stained wooden coffee table. There were two text boxes. One was labeled “Tell us your name:” and the other read “How can we reach you:” I took note of the word “reach” instead of the corporate and cold sounding “contact.”
There were no other words on the screen, not even the legal stuff a professional website would have at the bottom. I looked up at the web address and it was a legitimate dot com address instead of a knockoff extension that people get when they’re in a rush to establish themselves a space on the digital landscape.
I looked over at Brandie then back to the screen. I wanted her to feel the same level of intrigue that I was feeling in that moment, but love won yet again, and I let her carry on sleeping soundly. I entered only “Frank” just in case it was a new type of scam and I used a junk e-mail address we have for when we sign up for newsletters or other bothersome mailing lists. I clicked the “Start” button that was centered on the area rug under the coffee table.
I waited for the notification to come in that I had a new e-mail from this promising adventure, but nothing came before I closed the laptop and put my head on the pillow. As I drifted off to sleep, I kept going back and forth about whether I had just opened myself up to a computer virus or if that website was leading me toward a legitimate adventure. The last thought I had before drifting off to sleep was wondering how much this possible adventure was going to cost us.
Bright rays of morning sunshine were beaming into the window of our bedroom when her alarm began to go off. She threw her typical little fit after snoozing her alarm for the third time.
“I don’t want to get up!” she huffed as she wrapped the sheets tighter around her body.
I rolled over and cuddled next to her, moving her red hair out of the way to expose the soft skin of her neck.
“I know what will make you feel better,” I informed her.
She turned her head slightly; her grin widening each second. “A shower?”
“Nuh-uh,” I whispered.
My hand roamed down her body. She enjoyed wearing a silk nightie to bed with nothing on underneath. I preferred her to wear nothing at all. If our late-night reading led to some hot fucking, she would leave her silken unmentionables on the floor. Otherwise, she enjoyed the feel of silk against her skin as she slept.
I slipped my hand under her nightie and began to push it up her body.
“Have another idea?” I asked.
“You want to get me ready for my shower, thus saving me some work?” she said, playing hard to get.
“Little minx,” I whispered in her ear as I pressed my hardening cock against her ass.
“Ooohh,” she cooed as she wiggled her ass.
It was no surprise when I felt her fingertips on my cock as she rubbed the tip of my cock up and down her pussy until she was sufficiently wet. I pushed inside her, inch by inch until I was buried deep inside my wife. This was our usual Saturday morning ritual, but we always played like it was the first time and her body never stopped responding as if it were. We moved in beautiful synchronicity as I pushed in and out of her.
“You haven’t lost a shred of your skill, baby,” she complimented.
That was my queue to change it up. I was swift to move her onto her stomach, putting my knees on either side of her hips before pushing all the way inside her again. As I remained buried in her pussy, I put my hands on her hips and pushed her nightie up slowly until she was forced to put her arms up so I could remove the single piece of clothing.
“You want it hard?”
“Yes!” she grunted.
“You want it fast?”
“Fuck yes!”
I snatched up a fist full of hair and steadied myself with my other arm as I nearly pulled out of her before ramming it back into her from behind as she lay flat on the bed. I loved watching the cheeks of her ass ripple as I slammed into her. As silly as it may sound, I fell in love with that woman every time we fucked. She had a way of being passionately aggressive and I loved every minute of it.
“Where do you want me to come this time?” I asked.
She groaned and pushed back on my cock until it was unclear who was fucking who.
“Babe! I’m going to cum!” I told her.
She refused to answer again.
Instead, she used the agility she had as an accomplished soccer player and the speed she developed as a track star to flip around on her back. Her legs were open wide with her knees pulled up nearly to her tits. I looked down between her legs. The lips of her pussy were reddened from the friction of my cock pounding in and out of her.
I leaned over her luscious body and slid my cock back into her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and fixed her eyes upon mine as she lightly moaned each time my cock was completely inside her. She wasn’t a loudly sexual woman and I loved how she gazed adoringly at me while we fucked. Her quick movement temporarily stalled my orgasm.
“You keep staring me down like that with those sexy eyes, I’m going to cum,” I reminded her.
“Put it all over my face!” she said in a lustful voice.
There was an expression of intense focus on her face. It was rare when she let me cum anywhere but on her tits or pussy, so when she asked me to cum on her face, my orgasm exploded that much sooner.
“Fuck! Babe, here it comes!” I announced.
I pulled out of her while she got to her knees in front of me.
I shot the first rope of cum over her face. The line of cum stretched from her chin to her hair line. The second landed on her forehead and ran down the curve of her nose and ended on her upper lip.
“Give me more!” she begged, still in a sexual haze.
The third and final rope erupted from my cock and pushed past her lips, just barely into her mouth.
She grabbed my cocked and attempted to milk every bit of cum that was left within it but there was nothing more for me to give her. It wasn’t often I felt so spent that I allowed her to get up and shower without me joining her. She ended up waking me to kiss me goodbye before she went to work. I smiled at her beautiful face after I kissed her and looked forward to seeing her again when she returned home to me.
A couple hours later, after I recovered my strength from fucking my wife, I arose from my bed and went to check my e-mail. I clicked the mail app and waited for it to connect to the server and retrieve my mail. My heart jumped at the appearance of a new e-mail from the fantasy vacation website. I selected the email and the display pane on the right displayed the contents.
Thank you for your interest in Fantasy Vacations! We have attracted your interest and for our part, we offer you this link. In it, you will express your innermost desires. Only when you come clean will we be able to offer all you’ve been looking for and more! When you’re ready, tell us your ultimate fantasy and we’ll be one step closer to making your dreams come true. Remember, almost nothing is off the table. Will you tell us more? Follow the link below if you’re willing to move on.
This e-mail is a one-time offer. We are prepared to make it all come true for you. If you’re waiting to hear the catch, here it comes. The link below expires in two days. After that, you will lose this opportunity forever. Won’t you come with us?
“Holy shit,” I thought to myself. “I need to tell Brandie about this.”
I sat there thinking of all the vacation advertisements I’d ever seen. No sales pitch they had compared to what I’d seen on my screen from that company. I walked away from the computer and went to the bedroom the get my phone. I hastily navigated to the text message app.
“We’ve had our fantasies before, yes?” I texted her. I was never much for introductory conversation.
“Yeah?” she replied with some trepidation.
“I’ve stumbled upon something promising.”
There was a slight delay before she responded.
“Do tell, my love.”
“I’ll show you when you get home. Don’t get your pussy wet about it or anything. It’s not like it’s an opportunity to explore our innermost fantasies or anything.”
I laughed a little when I pressed send on that message.
“What the fuck, babe?” she responded.
“lollllll,” I responded.
I wanted her to be anxious about what was happening and to be that way until she got home.
“But by all means, baby, please drive safely home, okay?”
I laughed again despite the angry purple devil emoji she sent to me as a response to the last message.
I moved back to the e-mail and clicked the link that was presented in the e-mail. It brought me to a sub page of the main website I visited the night before where more information was provided. The first bit of information was the only relevant thing I wanted right then. There were codes and links about how to get there again. I wrote it all down and texted Brandie again.
“I have something to show you as soon as you get home!”
I knew I was only putting more kindling on the fire I built earlier when I sent her a series of vague messages about what I had found.
“Tell me!”
I shook my head before I replied. “I need you to come home so I can show you!”
“Damn you! You always do this to me!” she replied aggressively.
I was aware she would reply that way and I was none too happy to reply in the manner she was accustomed to.
“I know, babe. I’m here to make your life difficult! Lol”
There was a moment before she responded with an eye rolling emoji.
I sent her the very same emoji in return and closed out the conversation with a red heart emoji and waited impenitently for her to return home.
She finally got home about five that evening. I eagerly showed her the website I visited; explaining how I got there. I then showed her the email I got after I put my name and e-mail in the text boxes.
She read everything and was as up to date as I was.
“Click it!” she exclaimed, pointing to the link on the screen.
I clicked the link and it brought me to a new page. The background of the page was a blank scroll but began to fill with information and options as I scrolled further down. We both watched as text seemed to magically appear on the scroll as if it was being burned into it. We kept scrolling down the page and the options appearing on the screen seemed endless. When we thought the text stopped appearing, a small popup appeared in the center of the screen. The text inside was as plain as the text in the ad.
Welcome back, Frank. We’re going to narrow down this list based on what we already know about you. Yes, we have some ideas on your innermost desires, but we need you to guide us further. Would you?
The popup disappeared and the scroll that had a million lines of text suddenly shrunk down to just a fraction of what it was. The top of the scroll read simply “Choose.” We scrolled down to the bottom of the page to see what other information we could glean but there were no other words, not even information regarding money, travel, or experiences that we would expect. It was simply a “what do you want from this” kind of thing.
Brandie was excited and pointed to many things as she saw them.
There was a list of options that revolved completely around our particular kink.
□ Mothers
□ Fathers
□ Siblings
□ Aunts
□ Uncles
□ Sons
□ Daughters
□ Nieces
□ Nephews
There was a button labeled “Give In.” I knew it to be the way to the next page and even closer to figuring out what this fantasy vacation thing was all about.
“What do you think, babe?” I asked, seeing if she had a preference.
We never preferred a single sub-genre of the incest and taboo category. What pulled us into clicking on a story was the very short description we were presented with. Authors didn’t get much space to lure potential readers in. We chose the ones with previews that piqued our interest that moment.
“Siblings,” she said, staring at the screen still. “What do you think about Nieces and Nephews?” she asked, pointing at those additional options.
“So, if this turned into a real fantasy, however that might materialize, would you be into all that?”
“Well, it wouldn’t be real I would wager so, yeah!” she said happily.
“Okay then,” I said as I selected the three options.
Then there was a matter of time. How many days would someone need to fulfill a fantasy? I grinned ear to ear as I realized it wasn’t about fulfilling the fantasy.
“How many times could we repeat it?” I said out loud without providing my wife any context behind my outspoken thought.
I clicked the six-day option and looked at Brandie for confirmation.
“I can only imagine what kind of trouble we could get into in six days,” she said with a tinge of lust in her voice.
I read over everything again and confirmed in my mind that I would also be okay with the selections I made. The mysteriousness of everything made me think that I wasn’t going to be able to go back and change it if I wanted to. I confirmed the selections for a third time before moving the cursor to the button at the bottom of the page.
I clicked it.
The message that followed should have been expected but was as unwelcome as the previous delays. As predicted, it said I should wait until an e-mail was sent providing future guidance. I sighed loudly as I expected an unusually long delay before the e-mail would arrive but as Brandie began to walk away disappointed, she turned quickly back to the screen when she recognized the familiar sound of an incoming e-mail.
“Holy shit. We already have a reply!” I said excitedly.
I began to read the e-mail out loud, even though my wife was perfectly capable of reading it herself.
We’ve taken everything we’ve learned about you and have developed what we believe to be your ideal fantasy vacation. We’ve outlined it below but before we get to that, there is some business to take care of. Based on the information you’ve provided we’ve estimated a cost for your pleasure. We take this moment to inform you that based on what you selected, the estimated* cost of your fantasy vacation is approximately* $10,000.00 USD. This is not the final cost as there are many factors still to consider. If this cost, plus or minus some, is viable for you, please click the link below to continue. If not, please feel free to follow the previous link and re-visit your selections to achieve the price you desire. Fewer days, fewer actors, different roles, and more all play a part in the cost. Select again or move on; regardless, we look forward to completing your fantasy.
I looked at Brandie and watched her finish reading what I just read.
“What do you think?” I asked her.
She sighed loudly, “Ten thousand is a lot, babe.”
If I was told that amount of money from the start, I never would have even clicked the ad. I wouldn’t have entertained any part of this fantasy. I sat there however, and contemplated paying the estimated fee for a vacation unlike any other that I could potentially remember forever.
“Do you think we could swing it?” I asked, looking at her for any hint of her thinking it through.
She continued looking at the screen as she thought about it all. I watched her eyes dart all over the screen. I knew she was looking at every possible option and coming to a conclusion.
“Fuck it. We’re not obligated at this point, babe. Let’s keep clicking forward until we have to sign something and make the decision then.”
She was brilliant beyond her years. I smiled up at her before turning back to the screen.
I clicked the button at the bottom of what I deemed as the disclaimer. The next screen was displayed quickly enough and summarized our selections in grand format.
We’ve determined you want to experience the next level of affection and love with a sibling and likely their adult children. Is this the fantasy that sneaks into your thoughts? Is it the dream you think of at night while you fall asleep? Is it what brings you to that moment where your body moves from simple masturbation to full-on orgasm? You know that moment. It what makes your fingers move faster. It’s when your hips begin to lift off the bed. It immediately precedes the explosion that happens within.
It was a very telling message on its own page with a button that read “Yes.” There was no other option. It seemed that if I disagreed, I would have to navigate my own way back to the near beginning to reassess what we wanted. I clicked the button, of course, and waited patiently for the next step.
I was taken back by the message on the page that followed.
Thank you. We will be in touch.
Apparently, we reached the end of the automated portion of what seemed to be a process that would last longer than what I originally thought. Brandie was quick to comfort me and tell me that everything we were doing was worth the possibility of what the site suggested it could provide.
When we didn’t get an e-mail immediately after clicking the last button, I laid back in my chair and considered the possibilities that were ahead. Brandie pulled my chair away from the desk and paraded around it until she was standing in front of me.
“I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes,” she said just before taking off her shirt.
Her breasts swung free and I stared at them as if it were my first time seeing them. She held them up with her hands.
“You’ve never not enjoyed looking at these,” she accurately noted.
“I’ve never not enjoyed looking at you,” I responded happily.
A genuine smile grew on her face as she slowly slid her pants over her hips and down her long legs. At 5′ 10″, she was taller than most women and her legs were long and sculpted. She looked into my eyes as she pushed her pants down and off. Without missing a beat, she got on her knees in front of me and opened my legs wide.
“Take that beast out for me.”
She rested her forearms on my knees as she watched me fish my cock out from my pants. It was hardening already when I released it into the open air. I began to stroke it as I watched her. She sat straight up and put a hand between her legs as she watched me rub my cock.
“What do you think this adventure could be?” she asked.
I thought about what I wanted to get from it.
“Sounds like one of our siblings and their kids will be the subject of our fantasies. Obviously, they would be older than eighteen. Who would it be, though? Will we choose? The uncertainty of this is kind of a turn on.”
A smirk crossed her lips.
I knew what she wanted me to say and more blood flowed to my cock as I stroked it faster thinking of it.
“What if it was my sister, Angie? Would you like that?” I asked.
She nodded as she continued looking me dead in the eye.
“Brandie! Can you imagine?”
“I am. I’m thinking of her now as I rub my pussy.”
Hearing my wife say those words knowing the meaning behind them nearly made me cum on the spot. I stood from the chair and knelt in front of my wife and kept stroking. I leaned in closer to her.
“When you’re about to cum, tell me what part of your imagination brought you there,” I told her.
I knew she was thinking about fucking my sister. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility since when I met her, she was in a romantic relationship with another woman. I was privy to that information, but she restrained from offering me any other information about it until it was deemed necessary. It only became necessary when that relationship was over, and she told me she wanted to move forward with me. She was never with another woman since, except in our imaginations.
I watched her rub her pussy as her eyelids fluttered. She was close.
“What’s bringing your there, Brandie? Tell me, what’s bringing you over the top?”
She closed her eyes and began to whisper between ragged breaths.
“Frank… she’s fingering my pussy. She’s sucking my pussy as she fucks me with her fingers.”
“And she’s making you cum, right along with me.”
In an unusual change of pace for both of us, we both came at the same time. I shot gobs of cum all over her tits while she remained on her knees in front of me. It traveled down the valley between her tits to her pussy and combined with her juices. As soon as she felt my cum tickle her labia, she put her other hand on my leg and braced herself as her orgasm rocked her body. I continued shooting until the remainder of my cum dribbled from the head of my cock onto the floor. When she was finished, she leaned forward and rested her head against my upper thigh and I could feel the warmth of her breath on my skin as she breathed heavily against me.
“When do you think they will contact us?”
Her question was unexpected, and I didn’t have an answer.
“I don’t know. How real is it? What do they need to do to set it up? Lots of questions with no answers, babe.”
We talked for the rest of the night about all the possibilities. We ate a late dinner, wearing nothing but what we had on when we got each other off in front of the computer. We asked each other questions about what we each wanted to see for the price we would pay. We asked all the questions while avoiding the obvious question we were both asking ourselves. Did I really want to fuck my sister? Did Brandie want my sister to fuck her? These questions would remain unanswered that night.
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Chapter Two
The House
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It was nearly two months later when we got the final e-mail. Our interest in the fantasy vacation had diminished over time since we hadn’t heard anything. We thought maybe we were taken for personal information and would never know what it was. We thought maybe the process was the experience of going through what we had, selecting family members to fuck. We thought maybe that alone was the concept they expected to fuel people’s fantasies. We also entertained the idea that maybe we missed something along the way and they, whoever they were, were waiting on us to provide additional information. The latter being unlikely since the original e-mail I received suggested that we either move quickly or the offer would be off the table forever.
We were in the living room the night when we finally got information on the next step in our adventure. Brandie was sitting next to me with her feet kicked up on the coffee table while I was browsing the internet on my laptop next to her. I had a bad habit of never closing browser windows or apps that were running in the background and one of those browser windows was the junk e-mail address website that we used.
A pop-up window appeared above the task bar in the bottom right corner of the screen.
New E-Mail from: Fantasy Vacation USA, LLC.
“Good Evening! We’ve processed all the information and…
It only gave me the first bit of the e-mail, so I rushed to open that tab of my browser and viciously slapped her knee unable to get a word out in excitement. She paused the show she was watching and looked over and was instantly excited when she noted the originator of the e-mail.
“Fuck! I thought we would never hear back! What does it say?”
I loved when she was excited about something. I’d never been much for a woman who cursed but she showed her rough and raw side when she did and that was something I just adored about her.
I began to read the e-mail.
Good Evening! We’ve processed all the information and are pleased to inform you that you’ve been approved on a preliminary basis to move forward into the final steps. We apologize for how fast the next couple steps will move, but it’s important so that you get the most from the services we offer.
Please meet us at 5 PM at the address listed below tomorrow evening. You must come with a maximum of one additional person. Anyone you bring must be a willing and active participant in the vacation if you finish all the steps. Any additional attendees will cause the process to stop and you will have to start over again from the beginning. Expect a minimum of two hours to complete this step. We apologize for the short notice and the time. We will provide dinner for you as you meet with Sarah. If you are late, we will not be able complete this step. Only approach the building when the lights are on.
We look forward to seeing you.
We both looked at each other in mild disbelief.
“Can you be there by five tomorrow?” I asked her.
It wasn’t even a question about whether we wanted to go. It seemed like long before that, we made up our minds about going regardless of the price tag attached to it. I knew I could make it. I knew I wanted her to make it there. She hadn’t answered me as urgently as I thought she would.
“Babe, do you still want to go?” I asked as I put my hand on her arm.
She snapped her attention back to me and smiled widely.
“Of course, I want to go still! I just got lost in the moment again. Kind of like when it was all brand new. I’ll make sure I’m home in enough time for us take a single car.”
I was relieved that she was still as excited as I was. We both were in a minor state of euphoria for the rest of the evening and despite the new information, we went to sleep without having sex. It seemed our minds were occupied with what the world would be like for us in the near and distant future.
The next day, Brandie arrived at nearly four in the afternoon. I investigated the time it would take to get from our house to the location provided and we would have to leave not long after four in order to endure any snags in our route as we traveled.
She came home and made her way to her closet to change clothes without exchanging pleasantries. I was already changed and silently followed her and leaned against the frame of the door to our bedroom and watched her. She was once again excited and all smiles. If we had time, I would have taken her over the foot of the bed. She was just in her panties and I could have spread her legs and fucked her as I’d done many times before as she was getting ready. Had we given into our lust filled desires, we would have been late and missed quite possibly the opportunity of a lifetime.
We were both jubilant as we left the house and went on our way. Traffic was next to nothing as we navigated the streets on our way to where we were going. We were sure we would be arriving at an office park or something, but we found ourselves driving through an affluent neighborhood whose houses sat on huge lots. We’d lived in the city for a long time, but neither of us managed to make our way out to those parts. It was another layer to the mystery that was already in progress.
We pulled up to a house on a corner lot whose neighbors were miles away it seemed. The house was nearly a mansion in its size and beauty. There was a long, wide driveway on the right side of the house that had no vehicles in it. There was also a walkway that started at the street and moved through the middle of the pristine lawn to the front door. On the street where the walkway began, there was a unique marking that was not duplicated anywhere else on that street. We decided to pull up to that spot and Brandie was the first to mention anything.
“The light isn’t on.”
I looked at the time and we were still a few minutes early. The sun was setting, and we took in our surroundings. Every house we could see, which was not many, looked to be in perfect shape with lawns that were intricately cared for. There were no flamboyant decorations on any of the houses and oddly, not a single other car in sight.
“We still have time. I can’t believe we’ve never been in this neighborhood before. Not that we would have any reason to be.” I noted.
Brandie chuckled lightly before pointing excitedly at the front door.
“The light’s on!”
I turned and looked, noticing the large overhead chandelier in the entrance was, in fact, on.
“Well, I guess it’s time to go, yeah? Let’s not seem too eager,” I said, pretending not to be excited.
I exited the car and walked around to let her out. It wasn’t usual for me to do that, but I wanted to put on a little display of chivalry and class in case they were watching us. We walked hand in hand up the walkway without saying a word to each other. When we stepped foot on the patio in front of the entrance, the door opened and a tall, brunette woman answered the door with a smile.
“Welcome, Frank.”
“Sarah, I assume?”
She nodded, “That’s right. This is your wife?”
“Yes, this is Brandie,” I said.
My wife smiled as she offered her hand to Sarah. There was an energetic handshake before Sarah continued.
“Thank you for being on time, we have dinner prepared for you in the main dining room. There, we will go through everything you need to know. I’m Sarah and I’ll be your only point of contact for the rest of the adventure.”
She extended her arm into the house as an invitation for us to come in.
We walked in together with Sarah closing the door behind us and following as we continued into the house. The main foyer and the hallway leading to the back of the house was tiled in white marble. The walls were textured and accentuated with professional décor.
She guided us into a spacious dining room where three place settings were made at the head of the table. Between the plates were dishes of food containing vegetables, chicken breast, and bread. The presentation reminded me of what you might see on “Celebrity Chef.” It looked like they pulled out all the stops. I also began to realize why the price of this little adventure was so high.
We sat at the prepared settings on the side of the table with Sarah taking the end setting.
“Please help yourself to whatever you like. I’ll fill you in on what we have so far.”
She reached into a brief case that was sitting next to her chair and pulled out a stack of papers. She looked through each stapled stack and set them on the table. She picked the first smaller stack out of the pile and explained to us that everything in that stack was our initial information and all the correspondence that had taken place to that point. She explained that they keep everything because before anything happens, they comb through all the information one last time to make sure nothing was missed.
“We aim to make sure that you have the very best experience we can deliver. With that, let’s discuss the meat of that experience,” she said with a persistent smile.
Brandi and I looked at each other. We realized that we were about to discuss a private fantasy with a complete stranger.
“I saw how you looked at each other just then and we respect the fact that we’re asking you to share what is likely a private part of your lives with us. I know it’s easier to do it behind a computer screen than it is face to face with me. Let me assure you, though, that we’ve talked with people from all walks of life who have fantasies that vary from very tame to very taboo and complex. Those of us who will help you realize your fantasy have their own fantasies, too,” she said with a quick wink.
She looked at both of us to gauge our reactions. My face didn’t say it, but I was very curious about what she meant just then. Was she suggesting that she has fantasies like ours? When she felt like we were put at ease, she continued.
“This is the place where your vacation will be. The actors will be staying in this house and you will arrive under the guise of a scheduled family visit. You will spend six days here and your vacation starts the minute you walk in the first day. Once we are done here, I will give you a tour of the house so you are familiar with what a brother and his wife should know about his sister’s house.”
Brandie looked at me excitedly. A shot of electricity bolted down my spine as I realized they had chosen Angie to be the one we would role play with. At least, someone who I would hope looked like her. In the few seconds between spoken words, images of Angie flashed through my mind and I considered the concept of having sex with my sister.
She paused for a moment to let us process the information she just gave us. Everything was starting to come together. It also started to seem like they knew more about us than we may have thought. The two months it took them to finally respond was likely used doing research.
“I will need you to fill out this information sheet. We will want to take pictures of you to go along with the information sheet, so your prospective relatives will be somewhat familiar with you. You’ll take the information sheet home with you tonight and mail it back to us when it’s ready. We’ll attach the images to your sheets and leave them here for the people who will be here before hand. When we receive your sheets, we will mail you the information about those who will be here when you arrive.”
She paused again for us to catch up.
“When will this take place?” I asked.
“Once all the information has been transferred to the opposite parties, we will have you back here to close out all the loose ends.”
I provided an approving nod to Brandie and she seemed okay with everything as they were.
“There is one more formality we need to get through tonight. It’s a critical point that prohibits us from moving forward if it’s not completed. We need a blood sample. In our business, we must take precautions for all involved. I should add that with their information sheets, we will provide pertinent medical data to you about them that we intend to get from you tonight. With that will come information regarding the processing center who did the lab work and a power of attorney so you can validate the results if you choose.”
She looked at both of us. I looked at Brandie and she gave me a mild shrug and another approving nod. I liked what I was hearing. It sounded like they knew their business well and took every detail into consideration. I needed only one other question answered.
“Someone gave us a price quote but suggested it might not be completely accurate.”
Sarah smiled and pulled out another stack of papers.
“So, this stack covers all the options you selected. With some of your selected options, we had unique challenges to overcome and details to plan. The quote you were given is almost certainly what’s given to nearly everyone. The only time it really goes over that is when people have selected a complicated scenario for us to put together.”
“That’s reassuring,” Brandie said, “where did we end up falling out, though?” she added with a nervous smile.
Sarah flipped through a couple pages and slide the document between us so we could both see.
“$7,281.54.”
“What does that cover?” I asked.
“Think of it like an all-inclusive resort. Most of the price you’ll understand when we tour the house. The rest cover costs that we assess based on your vacation preferences. As I mentioned, the more complicated it is, the more costs we end up with. There’s also a margin of profit that is to be made.”
“Oh, of course,” I agreed. “Did you say you were taking a blood sample tonight?”
Sarah nodded and fiddled with the remaining paperwork before pulling what looked like a certificate.
“Yes, I will be drawing two vials from each of you before we tour the house. This is my nursing license and I have a small station in the kitchen for us to use. You may have this copy and you are absolutely free to use the phone number or website found at the bottom of the certificate to validate my credentials.”
I looked at Brandie, then back at Sarah, “I don’t think that’s necessary.”
Sarah gave me a warm smile, “I would appreciate if you did. We do not want any kind of detail being overlooked and most importantly, we do not want our customers concerned about any step of this process; even if it happens after the fact. When we say it’s a vacation of a lifetime, we mean we want the rest of your lives to to hod happy and confident memories of this adventure.”
Brandie pulled the sheet of paper to her and got out her phone. After some finger presses and swipes, she put the phone on speaker. A voice came on the line and requested the license number as it appeared on the certificate. There was a short silence before the robotic sounding voice confirmed the validity of the certificate and noted that the certificate was two months from expiring. She put her phone down on the table and gave Sarah a single approving nod. I also knew that nod to mean that she was satisfied with the information she was provided.
“Okay then. I feel better knowing you’re comfortable moving forward. Since that seems to be the case, let’s move to the kitchen and get that next step competed. We will walk the property after that.”
She led us into the kitchen where she pulled out her blood draw kit and showed us everything that was still in the original packaging. While I appreciate their attention to every conceivable detail, it certainly made things take much longer than I anticipated. I understood why there was such a long time between our initial interest in this adventure and the final e-mail that brought us to that house.
We finished our donations and Sarah began the tour of the house.
From the kitchen, we went back to the foyer. Across from the kitchen was a wide entrance to the living room. It was spacious and wide open. The opposite side of the living room was a wide staircase that twisted up to the second floor. The decorations in the living room reeked of conference room décor. The pictures were generic landscapes while the rest of the items in the room were fake flowers in overbearing vases, two of which were on either side of the large fireplace in the back of the room.
There were a few unique items placed in various spots in that room. I went to ask questions about them, but Sarah was intent on showing the layout first, then discussing certain details.
“Everything in the house is open for you to use however you like, provided it’s not destroyed,” she said with a wink. “Let’s head upstairs.”
At the top of the stairs, the first bedroom on the left was pointed out to be the master bedroom.
“That room is where Angie will sleep. It’s the largest of the bedrooms. It has an attached master bathroom that is very large. It also has a fireplace. Both fireplaces are gas, so you don’t have to worry about adding wood if you want a fire to sit by for a while.”
We left that room and had the rest of the sleeping areas in front of us.
“There’s five other bedrooms up here,” she said as the began walking down the open hallway. “This one,” she said, opening the first door on the left, “is the other master bedroom. Unfortunately, there is no attached bathroom. The largest bathroom, after the master, is directly across the hall between the openings that look down to the living room and kitchen. That is the bathroom you should expect to have privacy in.”
She moved further down the hall.
“The next four bedrooms share a single bathroom. The first two bedrooms will be for Hannah and James. They will use the shared bathroom. The other two rooms are empty and won’t be used for your vacation,” she added as she started to head back to the stairs.
“Are they usable if there came a need to?” I asked.
Sarah turned around and looked past us to the doors, “They won’t be furnished, but I suppose you could use them if you wanted to.”
“Do you mind if I look inside real quick?”
“No, go right ahead!”
I wandered into each room and closed the doors when I was done. I followed Sarah and Brandie back down the stairs. As we got to the bottom, Sarah went to talk but stopped short of carrying on when she noticed a confused look on my face.
“Do you have a question, Frank?” she asked.
“It just seems the space between the doors doesn’t match the size of the rooms. I didn’t pay close attention, it just seemed odd.”
“Well, there are closets there that might be taking up some of that space you mentioned,” she said, shrugging off my confusion.
“That could be it,” I said, knowing it probably wasn’t. I was curious, but I didn’t want to push the issue.
She walked us back into the living room where she pointed out the items that were out of place from the rest of the décor.
“This is a picture of your shared parents,” she said looking at me. “This picture next to it is of Frank’s two siblings; simulated, of course. It’s important to know that while we try to cover every detail, we understand that piling details onto you would remove some of the fun. The rest of the pictures here aren’t consequential.”
She moved on and pointed out a few other items she said was important to know existed and that they were passed down over the generations.
As we stood in the living room, she pointed out how large the lot was, but that a privacy fence was still installed.
“There’s a large pool, too. We’ve added some technology on the fencing that will detect any kind of low craft flyovers such as a drone or other small flying object that could be carrying a camera. We’ve also used drones at the windows of the neighboring houses to determine that they would only be able to see you if they used a fairly powerful lens. We don’t think anyone is even living at the house closest to you, though.”
“That’s pretty thorough!” Brandie happily announced. She walked over to the window overlooking the back yard and gasped at the size of the pool. “Babe! That pool is huge!”
She turned to look quizzically at Sarah, “Who’s house are we in?”
“Frank’s sister’s, of course!” she said with a laugh. “It’s a company property. Nobody actually lives here.”
“Well, that makes sense,” Brandie said as she met me back at the front of the living room.
“So, do you think you’ll be able to walk around like you own the place the next time you’re here?” Sarah asked.
It would seem we looked as if we weren’t sure.
“I have a floor plan for you to take with you to study,” she said with another wink. “That is all I have for you this evening. This is my card,” she said, pulling a single business card from her pocket. “Call if you have any questions. We will let you know via e-mail when your last walkthrough is. From there, your vacation will be a week to the day later.”
“Oh, wow. Okay,” I said, slightly surprised at how quick it would move.
“The final walk through won’t be until after we receive everything we need from you and unfortunately, that includes payment. We require half of the total quoted amount from you right here on this doorstep when you come back. Will that be okay?”
Brandie looked at me and I gave her an approving gesture.
“Yes, we will have that for you. The total is in this paperwork, yeah?”
“Of course! Everything you need is all there,” Sarah responded.
“I do have one question, if that’s okay?” I asked.
“Of course!” she said, putting her hand on my arm to put me at ease.
I hesitated, debating whether I should ask the question. In just a few seconds time, I glanced at Brandie and thought for a third time whether I wanted to know the answer to the question I had.
“Are the three that will be here when we arrive for the vacation actually… related?”
I looked at my wife again and we both looked at Sarah.
“I would imagine you would have to judge that for yourself” she said with a big smile.
We shook hands with Sarah and walked the path to our car without saying a word. The only thing I could think of was, “What if they are?”
That night at home we studied the layout of the house and reviewed the information sheets we were supposed to fill out. Brandie filled the sheets out and followed all the instructions in the package while I got things ready for work the next day. We talked about what we knew so far and what our expectations were going forward. We ended up having an uneventful evening and went to bed early since we needed to be at work early the next morning.
After some time, we provided everything we were asked and began to get nervous that we had not received what we were told we would receive, nor had we received any e-mails. We should have learned our lesson about patience, but it was such an exciting thing for us. Not long after we sent out our information, we received the sheets about the people we would be staying with for six days. I was home first and received the mail before Brandie got home. When I realized what I had in my hands, I texted her.
“So…”
I loved teasing that woman. I was so excited. I didn’t bother moving much past the front door after closing it behind me. I waited impatiently for her response.
“WHAT,” was her simple response. I could almost see her cursing me in with a perfectly timed “ass hat” insult mixed in somewhere. I feel like she has been at her ragged end since we left the vacation house and she didn’t know if my message was leaning toward the negative or positive. I decided not to risk her pulling her hair out.
“I have the information about the people we will be staying with.”
There was a longer pause than I expected. I stood there and stared at my phone until I figured she must have had to take care of something at work. As I began to walk away, the phone announced the arrival of a new message.
“Well, look at the time! Looks like work’s over. I’ll be home shortly.”
I let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the house. She was so excited she couldn’t even stand to be at work anymore. It seemed I found one of the rare things that made her lose her cool at a mere mention of it. It wasn’t an impossible scenario so much as it was rare.
I tossed the envelope on the table and set out to make us a platter of snacks and opened a bottle of wine. I had a feeling we would be spending much of the evening browsing through the information that was sent to us. I chopped, sorted and poured until she walked through the door. I set everything down and walked out to meet her near the front door when I caught her frantically searching for the mail. When she spotted it, a smirk appeared on her face and she made her way the table where I set the envelope down. I intercepted her.
“Would you like to eat while we read?” I asked, ensuring she couldn’t move around me. It felt like she was more excited about this than anything else I’d witnessed.
“Yes! You get the food ready and I’ll start reading!”
“Babe, it’s all ready. Let’s read together, okay?”
She looked slightly up at me and smiled warmly.
“I’m sorry. I’ve just been super excited about all this since it started picking up again.”
I couldn’t blame her, but I became curious about the excitement and the reason behind it. I led her to the kitchen with the envelope in hand.
“Ah, here we go,” I said, sitting down at the table, “I’ll let you do the honors, but I have a question for you first.”
“Shoot!” she said with her mouth full of food.
I always loved her dismissive energy.
“I can see your excitement. I can certainly understand most of it, but what about this drives you so hard?”
“It’s the opportunity of a lifetime!” she said with a huge grin on her face. “Yes, we’ll have to make some assumptions, I think, but still… I get wet just reading the stories we do. I absolutely gush when I think of participating in a live telling of a story that involves us!”
I slid the envelope over to her and let her dig in. The first page she pulled out was a medical form that had the results of three blood tests.
“Negative, negative and negative. It’s dated five days ago,” she noted.
“Well, that’s a good start.”
“Right?” she said, sounding a little relieved as she pushed those papers aside. “Look, their information sheets!”
She put them right in front of her and started with the older woman. Everything about her, including her looks, hobbies, preferences, and penmanship all reminded me of Angie. Her name, as it was listed, was also Angie.
“Do you think all this resembles your sister just to try and make it seem real?” my wife asked me, still looking over the sheet.
“I would imagine so, but I don’t know how they would have gotten all that information. No way they pulled it all out of thin air with that degree of accuracy.”
I looked harder and as I began to notice flaws in the handwriting and little tidbits of information that didn’t completely fit Angie, Brandie put her hand on my arm.
“Babe, have you ever thought of your sister that way?”
I considered myself an intelligent man most of the time. My response did not fall in line with that concept, though.
“Which way?” I asked, genuinely and stupidly confused.
“Like… as a woman. A woman you would have sex with if the opportunity presented itself.”
We had been reading incest stories together for quite some time and we both developed preferences regarding that genre. We liked the same kind, with some minor differences. We both enjoyed stories depicting the onset of sexual feelings between siblings, though. That said, I could honestly say I never thought about Angie in a purely sexual light.
That is not to say that I never thought of her naked or imagined some sexual things about her, but I never focused my sexual energy on her.
“I never thought about her like that, I guess. Not more than a kid would about his sister, I suppose.”
My eyes drifted away from the paper as I considered the concept of my sister and I engaging in sexual acts or even being nude in each other’s presence.
“I wouldn’t have a problem if she were naked in front of me.”
Brandie was quick to offer another question.
“Do you think it would turn you on? Would you get hard if you saw your sister naked?”
I couldn’t believe we never had this discussion. Worse even, I couldn’t believe we didn’t discuss this sort of thing before we dove headfirst into this adventure of ours. I wanted to give my wife an answer so, I gave her the only one that made sense to me at the time.
“I suppose if I had a few drinks, I would probably open up to it. Especially if she were just walking around nude all day. What about you? Would you have sex with your brother or sister?”
“I don’t really know,” she said giving continued thought to my question.
“If I had to give you an answer now, I think my brother is off the list of possibilities.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised in her response, “So, Kim would be a possibility?”
“We’ve always been close, so if I had to choose…”
There was something about the way she responded to me that made me believe there was more to the story. I couldn’t imagine there being something between Brandie and Kim, though. She had me intrigued at the idea. Kim was pretty hot and for just a moment, I could see them together in special ways. I was sure, though, that I was imagining such an event. I wanted to give her my optimistic approach to that scenario, though.
“You know, at the end of the day, a woman is going to taste like a woman whether she’s related to you or not. Since this is role play, it will be easy for me to play the brother/uncle role. If it were really Angie, I think some things would have to be different. Would you have sex with Angie?”
She nodded, “I would. I love your sister and, honestly, we’re not related so, it would be easier for me.”
She had a point.
“True. OkAY, what about the other two? What do the sheets say about them?” I asked, pointing to the other sheets that came in the envelope.
She put the two other sheets side by side and we looked them over. It seemed not as much care went into matching the role-playing niece and nephew to actual members of the family. I was perfectly fine with that since it was one thing to have sex with someone who resembles my sister. It was something else entirely to role play her kids and I wasn’t terribly interested in realism where they were concerned. I chastised myself for even including them as roles in this fantasy, but it was just role playing. Brandie never brought it up as I believed we were both on the same page when it came to who we included in our fantasies.
“What do you think, babe?” my wife asked me after we read all the information.
“I like it. I think we’ll have fun. What about you?”
“Same! I’m pretty excited to act out our biggest fantasies, you know?”
I nodded, thinking once more about what we were getting into.
“It’s an act. We’re acting,” I reminded myself. “Angie’s not going to really be there.”
Brandie interrupted my thought train.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Yeah, yeah,” I told her. “I was just thinking about the question you asked me about the real Angie.”
“About whether you would consider sex with her?”
I nodded.
“I didn’t mean for that to turn you off from this,” she said in a whisper.
“No, it’s not. It’s just a combination of this little vacation thing and your question really makes me wonder if I would and the more I think about it, the more I think I could.”
“Could or would?” Brandie said with a sly grin.
“Let’s leave it as could for now, okay?” I responded.
Brandie was always understanding of me and we worked so well together that I never had to worry about how she felt about me or my thoughts. I always tried to give her that same courtesy.
She went to the final page in the stack. It was from Sarah and she re-welcomed us to the vacation and asked for us to call her when we were done reviewing the papers she sent. We still had another walk through to do.
Brandie took her phone out and dialed Sarah’s number. They exchanged pleasantries. And set up the date that we would return to the house for another walk through.
“Oh! That’s in three days” she said, shocked at how soon it would be. She looked at me for confirmation and I gave her a thumbs up. “Yes, that would be fine. Okay! Same time and place. We will be there. Thank you, Sarah.”
We continued snacking as we poured over the details of each person’s information sheet. As we often do while actively engaging our kinky side, we found ourselves naked. That time, I bent her over the table and fucked her as she taunted me with fantasy acts of sister-fucking and more. I responded in kind by teasing her about how she would probably be the first of us between Angie’s legs if she got the chance.
We ended up on the living room floor watching TV and sucking each other to orgasm a couple times. We were in rare form, sucking and fucking all over the room taunting each other with ideas about the vacation we were about to undertake.
Three days later, we found ourselves back in the house, at the same table with Sarah.
“What did you think of your new sister?” she asked abruptly.
“We enjoy the attention to detail you put into make her look as much as Angie as you did,” I said, genuinely impressed still.
“Close as we can get without inviting her over, right?” Sarah said with an odd laugh. She then offered to take us on our final guided tour of the house.
“This time, as we walk around, I would like you to point out things as I showed them to you before. Specifically, who will be sleeping in what rooms and which bathrooms everyone will be using. If you see something you don’t remember or something you know is new, point it out. We did add some more things just to give it a more homelike feel.”
I looked around right away but didn’t see anything that I didn’t see from the first visit.
We walked into the living room across the hall from the kitchen and I quickly noticed things that were not there the first time. The room did seem more homelike and less like a corporate vacation house. Nothing out of the ordinary drew my attention, though.
“From here, guide me upstairs and show me the four occupied rooms,” Sarah told us.
I looked around and found the stairs and lead everyone to the sleeping areas.
“Well, this is the master where Angie will be staying,” I said as I walked into the room. “There’s the walk-in closet and the master bathroom is over there,” I said, pointing to the other side of the room.
“Perfect. On to the other rooms,” she said, walking out of the bedroom.
Brandie took the lead and brought us just outside the room we were going to be staying in.
“This is our room. The bathroom we’ll use is right here,” she said, looking at the door across from where our room was.
“Okay, now let’s look at the final rooms,” Sarah said, walking further down the hall.
“This is James’ room and next to it is Hannah’s. They’ll use the bathroom further down the hall.”
“Awesome, Frank. You guys seem to really remember the layout nicely.”
We made our way out to the back porch when Sarah asked us to give her the information about the yard and pool.
“Well,” Brandie said as she looked around, “obviously there’s a pool here.” She turned and pointed to the opposite side of the pool, “There’s a mini bar over there.”
I chimed in, “There’s plenty of distance between here and the next house that we wouldn’t need to worry someone seeing what goes on back here.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Okay, do you think you have everything down?”
“Yeah, seems pretty simple.”
“Great! Now, are you able to arrange vacations on short notice?”
“How short,” Brandie asked.
“We’d like you to start your vacation this time next week as we discussed during your last visit. As in, you would come in the morning so you would need to take that day off as well.”
“I think we can swing that.”
“Great! Do you have any more questions for me?” she asked, shifting her gaze between the two of us.
We both shook our heads.
“Well, let’s head out then. Angie will be anxiously waiting your arrival next week.”
We exchanged chit-chat on the way out of the house and took another look around before heading home. On the way, Brandie ask me if I was truly ok with everything that was going to happen.
“Yeah, sure. I mean, it’s all role-play, right? Angie,” I said as I made quote marks in the air, “is attractive and so is Hannah. I think you find James attractive, yes?”
“He’ll do,” she happily responded.
“We’re kind of not addressing the ginormous elephant in the room, though, right?” I said, having just realized the truth of it myself.
“What’s that?”
I felt dumb for not asking the question before.
“It’s kind of expected that there would be more happening than just us watching, right?”
Brandie snorted in laughter, “You mean are we going to do more than watch those people fuck?”
My wife was never one to mince words.
“Yes. Are we going to be fucking them? Maybe we both assumed that, but we never talked about it.”
Brandie looked straight ahead as she responded, “I just assumed it was an understood part of this vacation.”
“Okay, me too. We’re both okay with that, right?”
Brandie and I never had sex with other people. We never even talked about it but here we were about to jump right into what I assumed to be something akin to a whore house, except we pay a single fee and fuck for as long as we can stand it.
“I’m sorry, babe. I just assumed we were both okay with it because of the fantasy we’re exploring,” she offered.
“No, no, no, that’s absolutely fine. I just wanted to make sure there was nothing else we needed to talk about before doing this, that’s all.”
“I think we’re good,” she responded.
“Okay then. I guess we’ll be back there in about a week!”
***
Chapter Three
Day One: The Actors
***
We pulled up to the house after spending the entire trip talking about how nervous we were. The people we were to spend the next six days with were in the house and our vacation was minutes from getting started. I put the car in park and we both just stared at the house.
I put my hand on Brandie’s knee. “It’s time to go in, babe.”
“I’m so nervous!” she squealed as she bounced in her seat a couple times. “Nervous but excited too!”
“I’m eager to see what’s going to happen, too,” I said, still looking at the house. There wasn’t a car parked in the driveway, but who knows how long they’d been there. They could have parked in the garage.
I turned the car off and we both got out. I took her by the hand, and we walked up to the front door together. We looked at each other and she moved to ring the doorbell.
Some time went by before Brandie went to ring the bell again. Just before she pressed the button, the door opened and the woman we would call “Angie” opened the door. She lunged towards me immediately.
“Frank!” she squealed as she hugged me. “Oh, it’s been too long!”
I started to react as I normally would to a stranger hugging me out of nowhere, but I stepped into the role I paid to play.
“Angie!” I said, reciprocating her embrace.
When she released me, I looked over to my wife, “You remember Brandie.”
“Gosh, you’ve not aged at all!” Angie said as she pulled Brandie into a hug. She kissed her cheek lightly before letting her go. “It’s been so long! Come in! It’s been a while since we’ve had you over. I’m sure you’ll remember your way around so no need for a tour of the place!”
We walked in after her and noted everything was the same as our previous walk through.
“Are you two tired? Hungry? Do you need anything?” she happily asked us.
We looked at each other, then back to Angie and shook our heads.
“We’re here to visit and hang out with the family. No need to do grand things on our account!” I said.
She put on a warm smile for us and invited us into the kitchen for drinks. As I walked up to the counter to get the glasses, I delved into the role a little.
“So, where’s James and Hannah?”
“They are upstairs preparing your room. I invited them to come stay for the week while you were here so we could all hang out. None of us have any plans whatsoever, though! We can hang out here, swim in the pool, order in, get smashed or whatever we want!”
She was good. I wondered where the company found this woman and if she was a frequent flyer in the house. That thought led to me wondering if she got paid to simply live in this house and fuck whoever the company sent over.
“That sounds relaxing,” Brandie said. “We haven’t had a vacation in a long while so when we had the opportunity to come here, we jumped right on it.”
That woman! There was no way the person I decided had to be a professional actress didn’t catch the double entendre.
“I don’t blame you on that. I come here every day, but still enjoy it!” Angie snapped back without skipping a beat.
I looked at Brandie and she had a shit-eating grin on her face; much like I did. We were going to have a great time.
“I’d actually like a cup of coffee, but I’ll get it, do either of you want one?” I asked.
Both Brandie and Angie nodded, and Angie went to get up, “I’ll get it for you, you just got here!”
“Nonsense!” I said, knowing I only offered to get drinks so I could test a theory.
I went to the counter and fumbled around looking for everything to make coffee, including a mug that would make the perfect test. I heard Angie call me thick headed and that I’d always been one to not ask for help. While true, I would have been perfectly fine with her getting us drinks any other time.
When everything was finally ready, I brought the girl’s their cups. I put the first cup in front of Brandie then walked around the table and set Angie’s cup down in front of her, completely full, with the handle to the left. I was sure to even spill a little before taking my seat. I looked over to my wife to see if she caught my intention. I hid a knowing smile as I noticed my wife shifting her gaze between Angie’s face and hands as I hoped she would.
I returned my attention toward Angie as I waited for my test to succeed. Within moments, Angie picked up the cup with both hands and took a quick sip. If there was every any doubt about that woman’s authenticity, that test would have confirmed it.
As we talked over drinks, Hannah bounded into the room. I had seen her in pictures, but to see her up close and personal, something stirred inside me. She looked at me longer than I would have expected before going to hug Brandie first. After my wife, she hugged me. Like her stare, the hug lingered a little longer than normal and I could have sworn this person who was supposed to be my niece rubbed her pelvis against mine.
“Been a long time, Hannah,” I said, “Last time I saw you, you were just turning seventeen!”
“Like many things in this world, us kids tend to grow,” she said sarcastically as she looked me up and down.
I was going to run out of witty come backs at the rate these conversations were going. I smirked at her and went back to my seat. Not long after we resumed our chat, James came down. He came into the kitchen with a big grin on his face. I stood up to greet him as I would any nephew and he grasped my hand like a man’s man and put his hand on my shoulder in a sign of genuine appreciation that I was there.
“Good to see you again, old man!” he said with a chuckle.
“Same, young’un!” I responded in kind.
“Aunt Brandie!” he announced loudly.
My wife stood and went to give him a hug. I watched as he wrapped his arms around her and rested one of his hands on the small of her back. It was an unusual gesture and I looked to Angie for a way forward. I saw her look at her son sternly like she was embarrassed about what he was doing. She looked at me and mouthed “I’m sorry.”
I shook my head quickly and furled my brow, dismissing her concern and to let her know it was okay. Brandie was looking away from me so, I couldn’t gauge her reaction to that level of contact.
He released my wife and I went to sit when Angie motioned for James to follow her. He did and I watched as they both went around the corner out of sight. Brandie and I looked at each other with curious eyebrows raised.
Brandie and I chatted up Hannah to pass the time while I listened to what was going on outside the kitchen. I heard voices and it was garbled but I managed to pick up the gist of the conversation. The part I heard clearly shook me a little.
“If you want to fuck your sister, I can’t stop you, but you will not make moves on your Aunt, do you hear me?”
I was hard pressed to hear anything else that was said, but I was enjoying what was happening. I imagine Angie didn’t see what her daughter did to me.
“It’s started,” I thought to myself.
Soon after, James and Angie both walked in and acted like nothing happened. I leaned over and whispered to Brandie.
“Did you like his hand grazing the top of your ass?”
She nodded like I asked her if she wanted ice cream.
We spent a while in the kitchen sharing stories of our lives from years past. Angie’s stories sounded very much like my sister’s actual life, but with small details that were wildly different. To anyone else that knew Angie, those small details would have been overlooked, but as her brother, I knew better. Regardless, we all talked until it was nearly dinner when Angie offered an option for food.
“I can go get some Pizza if you like! We can take this party out to the pool, where we can eat, swim and get drunk if we like!”
That was more like my sister. A mother, but also one to never let go of her partying attitude.
“Sounds like a plan to us!” I said loudly, speaking for Brandie as well.
“Okay, the local place doesn’t do delivery and for some dumb reason or take orders over the phone so I have to go there and wait, so it’ll be about thirty minutes. Feel free to get into your suits and bring your glasses out to the bar. I have quite a few bottles out there at the mini-bar so you should have no trouble finding something to your liking.”
Angie went and inventoried her purse and blew a kiss my direction before heading to the front door and walked out. Brandie and I went to get our stuff from the car and headed to the room we were going to occupy for the next six days to change. I watched my wife get undressed and she put on a little show for me.
“Did you like watching your nephew practically feel me up?” she asked me as she slid her pants down her legs seductively.
“I wanted to see him grab your ass,” I suggested.
“This ass?” she asked as she slapped her left ass cheek with the same arm.
“That very same one.”
“What else did you want to see him do?”
I shifted my position as I continued to watch her. “You want me to tell you that I wanted to see him strip your clothes off in front of everyone?”
“That would be kind of hot,” she said removing her bra.
“Maybe, but I would have loved to see him bend you over that table while everyone was sitting at it and shove his cock into your pussy.”
I took a risk by saying that, but it was necessary to see how into the scenario she was.
She turned and looked at me with a wanting look in her eye.
“Would you have me suck your cock while he fucked me? Would you slide the cock that’s in your pants into my mouth while your nephew fucked my pussy?”
She was walking toward me as the middle finger of her hand dipped between the outer lips of her pussy. As she stood naked before me, Brandie took her finger from her pussy and put it on my lips so I could take in her scent. When I smiled, she slowly pushed her finger into my mouth so I could put a taste to a smell.
“Delicious.”
“You can taste more later, my love, but for now, I’d like to get into that amazing pool.”
We got into our suites and I headed to the bathroom to get towels, but there were none. When we walked through before the vacation, it was fully stocked.
“Three adults using multiple full bathrooms, I’m sure they used them all,” I thought to myself.
I headed to the pool without the towels and jumped in while Brandie made me us drinks. After taking a sip from each, she joined me in the pool.
“Where are the towels,” she asked me.
I shrugged, “There weren’t any in the bathroom when I went to get some.”
“Well,” she said, “Did you look in the laundry room?”
I didn’t.
“I’ll go check,” I said as I swam to the edge of the pool.
I jumped out and waited a few minutes to stop dripping before I walked up to the second floor where the laundry room was. As I got near, I heard familiar sounds nearby. I walked slowly toward the laundry room where the door was half open. I was sure the sound was coming from there and as I looked in, I confirmed it. James was behind Hannah. Her bikini bottoms were pooled around her ankles and his suit was around his. His hands were on her hips and I watched his ass flex as he pushed his cock into his sister.
“Hurry up and cum, Mom is going to be home soon!” I heard Hannah grunt as her brother fucked her.
“Let her join in, then,” he responded.
Hannah continued to grunt as James spoke, “You’ve been wanting to fuck Mom for years. Until then, I guess I’ll have to do.”
It sounded like Hannah felt she was being used as a substitute for her mother. James stopped pumping his cock into her.
“You know I love you, Hannah. You’re not a replacement for Mom. Mom would be a happy addition to what we have. Besides, you know you want to have her, too.”
This was amazing. I needed to get Brandie. I walked down to the door that went out to the pool and I motioned for my wife to come and follow me.
She looked at me strangely and got out of the pool. When she got to the door, she asked me what was going on.
“I need to show you something!”
I took her hand and pulled her quietly upstairs. When we got there, I put her in the same position I was and let her watch my niece and nephew fuck. I watched her watch them and could tell by her squirming that she was getting turned on. I thought about the show she put on for me in our room and I took things to the next level.
I slid her bikini bottoms down just enough and released my cock from the confines of my suite. I was not the least bit surprised at how easily I slid into my wife. She was wet and ready for me. I fucked her slowly as she watched James and Hannah fuck each other.
I had a lot of thoughts about this fantasy vacation before we got here, but this was exciting. I knew then that by the time those six days were done we were both going to be raw and walking awkwardly.
I pushed my cock in and out of my wife as I struggled to watch James and Hannah fuck. All I could hear was the dialog.
“Hurry up, James! Mom will be here any minute. Hurry up and cum!”
“Can I cum in your pussy?” James asked.
“Yes, I’m still on birth control,” Hannah responded.
I could hear his pace quicken by the sound of skin slapping against skin getting faster and faster. I matched his speed and knew it wouldn’t be long before I shot my cum into Brandie’s pussy.
“Fuck, I’m cumming!”
As was I.
James and I came in our women at the same time. As soon as I emptied my sperm into my wife, I pulled her away and hid us away in our room. We put our ears to the door and heard them both walk past us.
“That was so fucking hot, having you fuck me while I watched your niece and nephew fuck.”
“They’re not my niece and nephew,” I reminded her, stepping out of character.
“Yeah, but based on everything we saw in the information sheets, I’m willing to bet my wet panties that they are actually brother and sister.”
“This is fucking amazing,” I whispered, thinking about everything we’ve witnessed so far.
“We have five and a half more days of this babe,” she said, “Now let’s get some towels from the laundry room now that they’re gone and try not to let them know we saw them.”
“Agreed.”
Brandie went back to the pool and I snatched some towels from the laundry room and joined her. James and Hannah were out there, lying on loungers acting as if nothing happened. Minutes later, Angie arrived with pizza and brought them outside. She handed me the pizzas with plates and napkins on top.
“Take these please, Frank. I want to get into my suite and join the relaxation party.”
I took the pizzas from her and set them on the bar.
“Would you like a drink for when you return?” I asked Angie.
She nodded and winked at me before closing the door. I poured a strong drink for her and set it next to her lounger.
Angie finally joined us, walking out to the pool in a stunning swimsuit. She wasn’t your typical blonde model posing as a mom of two kids. She had a slender figure with some extra weight around the edges. You could see some minor stretch marks around her body, but she was happy with it. I caught myself staring at her bikini clad pussy as she walked out to the patio.
Brandie jabbed me hard in the ribs as she caught me staring.
“You want her, don’t you?” she said with a wink.
“Are you asking if I want to fuck my sister?” I replied with some ammo.
She looked at me awkwardly before grinning widely, “Do you?”
I wanted to fuck her, but that was knowing she wasn’t my actual sister.
“Yes, my loving wife. I want to fuck my sister.”
“Me too,” she said, staring at Angie.
It was the first time she voiced interest in another female since we’d been together and this time, it was my role-played sister.
“You want her, baby?” I asked.
“She’s real, babe. She’s not a model, she’s not a single bimbo. She’s done the things real people do and I want her.”
I was turned on. I wanted to fuck my wife again right there on the patio. I also wanted to fuck Angie. James and Hannah wanted to fuck Angie as well. Angie was the star of the show and everyone wanted a piece of her.
“I think you’ll get your chance,” I whispered, “But me first, darlin'”
I watched Angie take her drink from the table next to her lounger and take a sip.
“Woooo!” she said as she winced at the strength. “If you weren’t my brother, I would accuse you of trying to get me drunk so you could take advantage of me!”
I was.
I laughed instead of telling the truth. I did want her. I wanted to fuck every fuckable hole in her body, but good things come to those who wait, and I was going to have to wait that one out. I felt like Brandie had a better chance of fucking Angie before me.
Angie sat in her lounger and I laid in the one next to her. Brandie laid in the one on Angie’s opposite side. I decided to make a move.
“I heard what you said to James after you took him out of the kitchen earlier.”
She stopped sipping her drink and looked at me like she was shocked and embarrassed.
“What did you hear exactly?” she asked.
“You told him he could fuck his sister all he wants but he wasn’t to make a move on Brandie.”
She exhaled loudly as she sat up.
“Fuck” she muttered as she took a big gulp.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
She shifted her focus around the area for a few moments before she responded.
“A few years ago, I began to suspect something was happening between those two. They would suddenly appear from the same rooms together and sometimes in a manner that the state of their clothes suggested something transpired in the room they magically appeared from together.”
She paused and took another drink. The vacation began to feel like a real-life event that we were experiencing.
“They denied everything, of course, but then one day I caught them. They were careless in their behavior and I caught them having sex in his room,” she said as she looked around. “They didn’t hear me come in. I didn’t announce my presence, but I heard Hannah in the throes of being fucked from the entryway of the house.”
She took another drink from her glass.
“When I guessed what was happening, I tip-toed to the source of the noises I heard, and I saw them. She was on top of him, bouncing up and down on his penis. I ran to my room and tried to think about how to deal with it. I refrained from speaking to them for a day or so before I approached my daughter.”
She paused for a moment.
“She initially denied it but when I told her I saw with my own eyes what was happening, she confessed. She said they had been fucking for a couple years. I was obviously stunned by that confession.”
I looked over at her and she seemed emotional.
“What did you say?” Brandie asked her.
“I was a coward. I walked away from her right then and we didn’t talk for days. When we finally spoke again, she wasn’t my daughter anymore. She commanded me. She told me she was an adult and she could do what she wanted. I told her the possible ramifications of what they were doing, and she told me she wasn’t looking for babies. She just wanted a trustworthy fuck.”
I thought about what Angie said and I couldn’t disagree, despite any previous thoughts I had about the subject.
“I thought about what she said to me, and I couldn’t think of a counter argument other than societal rules. I didn’t even bring that up because I was aware she probably knew about that and didn’t care. So, I decided to let them continue doing what they do, as long as she was safe.”
“What did she say to that?” I asked.
“She sort of smiled awkwardly at me then hugged me. It felt weird because I felt like she thought I gave them permission to fuck whenever or wherever they wanted. I was pretty sure they were fucking as I was greeting you when you arrived.”
It was hot to imagine those two fucking upstairs when we showed up. I pictured Hannah on her back with her legs spread open for her brother as he pounded his cock in and out of her then eventually dumping his load into her pussy.
“Kids will be kids, I guess,” I said. I decided to take it to the next level, “But do you think it’s so bad? As long as they’re not trying to have kids, is there a real harm?”
Angie directed her stare at me for a long time before responding.
“I’ve thought of that and I can’t think of anything to counter her argument, like I said.”
“How do you feel about them having sex,” Brandie asked.
Angie looked at my wife and then to me.
“I can’t control it, so I have to let it happen provided I keep informing them of the dangers that a lack of birth control provides, don’t you think?”
Her logic was pretty sound.
“I guess to each their own, right?” I offered to see how she reacted.
“I guess. It’s not for me, I suppose, but if they enjoy it, then what’s the harm?” she replied.
That was my key to open the gate.
“How has that changed your view of your sexuality?”
I thought of the consequences of the question as soon as I asked it. Brandie looked at me awkwardly while Angie stared at me in disbelief. Did I just publicly open myself up to fucking my sister?
“What I meant was, has your arena of sexual options been opened?”
I immediately knew my second question was no better, if not worse than the first.
“Frank, what are you asking me?”
“Nothing at all, I’m sorry. My questions aren’t coming out as I intend,” I offered as an excuse.
Angie looked around as if she were about to expose top secret information before she stood up. In my imagination, she came to my chair and opened my shorts and mounted me. She fucked me until I shot my load in her cunt. This time, however, she went to Brandie’s chair and stood idle for a moment.
“Do you mean to ask me if I’ve thought of coming on to your beautiful wife?” she said out of nowhere and with a mild slur.
It wasn’t what I had in mind, but I was willing to see what happened. I looked at Brandie and she was staring up at Angie. I could see my wife’s chest rising and falling in erotic rhythm. I stood up and went to Angie.
“What are you feeling right now?” I asked Angie.
She blinked a few times before looking at me then back to my wife.
“Do you want her?” I asked Angie while we both feasted our eyes on my wife.
“I thought my drinks would make this easier than it is, Frank,” she said with a tremble in her drunken voice.
“It’s okay, Angie. Look at her. Watch her chest rise and fall. Can you imagine her laying there naked?”
Angie nodded hesitantly. I put my hand on her back and gently nudged her toward my wife.”
“Frank, I can’t do it.”
“Allow me to show you what you’ll be missing if you don’t!”
I went over to my wife and stood next to her chair. I knelt next to her and untied the knot on one side of her bikini bottoms. I pushed the loosened fabric away and revealed a mostly shaved mound before moving to the other side of the chair. I untied the other side and removed the bottoms entirely.
I dipped my finger between the folds of my wife’s pussy. “She’s wet,” I informed Angie.
Angie looked like she was ready. She just needed another nudge out the door.
“Sit up, babe,” I whispered to Brandie.
When she did, I untied the back of her top and let it fall. Her tits spilled out into the open air. That was all she needed.
Angie lunged toward Brandie and pushed her lips against hers. I took a couple steps back and sat in my chair and sipped my drink as I watched Angie make out with my wife. There I was thinking it was day one and I’d already experienced so much more than I had in all my previous years. As I watched my wife make out with my pseudo-sister, I began to think of all the other possibilities.
Angie laid on top of Brandie on the lounger and made out with her. She kissed all over my wife’s face, down her neck and over the exposed portions of her chest.
Angie put her hands on my wife’s tits, and I watched as her mouth slowly opened the closer it got to each of her nipples.
I was getting hard and the tent in my suit showed it. As I watched Angie make out with my wife, I lowered my suit and stroked my cock as I watched Angie finish undressing my wife. She sucked on my wife’s tits as she removed the loosened bikini bottoms and began to kiss down Brandie’s chest to her belly.
“Lovely cock you have there, brother,” she said, looking over at me.
I winked at Angie as I continued to watch the pair make out.
Angie was then between my wife’s legs, licking the space between her outer lips and her thighs. She was teasing Brandie. She was a wizard to my wife’s pussy. My cock was harder than ever as I watched Angie perform miracles on my wife’s clit. Brandie writhed in her chair as Angie sucked my wife’s clit into her mouth.
I laid there and stroked my cock. As I watched the scene transpire before me, I looked briefly over to the patio door and saw Hannah watching us. Her clothes were still on, but her hand was buried in her shorts rubbing her pussy. Her eyes locked onto mine and I slowly put my cock back into my shorts. I was mostly okay with what was happening in front of me, but I wasn’t able to be okay with another person being added to the mix just yet.
I initially felt the kind of discomfort someone would feel catching their actual relative in a sexual situation. It felt odd considering I’d literally met the woman earlier that day and already watched her getting fucked by someone I assume to be her brother, real or otherwise.
I dismissed the thoughts I had and the fact that Hannah was watching and watched my sister and wife.
Angie now had two fingers buried in my wife as she sucked her clit. Brandie was writhing in her chair as she drew closer and closer to orgasm. I’d seen that happen a million times. What I hadn’t seen is someone who looks remarkably like my sister half naked and being the one providing my wife pleasure.
I had an idea.
I put my drink down and walked over to the two women. I got on a single knee next to their chair and looked over Angie. Her bikini bottoms were held on by tied strings on both hips. I teasingly pulled on one of the strings until the knot came undone. The elastic of her suit retracted and bared half her ass.
Angie didn’t budge. I stood up and went to the other side and loosened the other knot. The rest of the suit flung open and her bare ass was exposed to the world. In turn, Angie raised her ass slightly higher in the air. I didn’t know if she wanted me to fuck her or not, but I had no intention to that night. I just wanted to see her naked ass.
“Nice ass, sis,” I told her, responding to her “brother” comment earlier.
I pulled her bikini bottoms off and put them on the ground before going back to my chair.
I watched Angie bring my wife to her first and second orgasm of the vacation. I wasn’t drawn to join in just then as I was content with simply watching. I never got to be the fly on the wall as I watched Brandie get naked and enjoy the pleasure someone else was providing.
When everything was over, Angie left Brandie breathing heavily on the chair as she went to collect the pieces of her suit. She started to walk back into the house when I grazed her arm with my hand. She turned and looked inquisitively at me.
“Hannah was watching us from the door over there. When she noticed me watching her, she disappeared.”
Angie snapped her head to look at the door, then scanned the remaining windows on the back of the house.
“That girl…” she said mildly frustrated, “She probably started everything with her brother.”
“Kind of like you started it with Brandie?” I asked, grinning slyly.
Her eyes opened wide and she opened her mouth in surprise, “You! You started this!” she exclaimed with a light chuckle. “I was just fine standing there with thoughts of your wife naked remaining safely in my head but no, you had to get me all worked up.”
She moved close to the lounger I was sitting in and crouched, “Next time, don’t just sit over here and jerk off,” she whispered. She stood and glared at me as if challenging me to fuck her right there. I might have had Brandie not stir from her chair.
Just as I was about to respond, Brandie came up behind my sister and pressed her body into Angie’s. She leaned in and kissed my sister’s cheek before nuzzling her neck.
“That was so good,” she said.
Angie smiled, “Really?”
Brandie looked at me, then to Angie.
“Was that your first time with a woman?” she asked my sister.
Angie nodded, “It was simply a fantasy until now. I don’t even know what came over me just then.” She looked over at her glass that rested on the ground next to Brandie’s chair, “Ah, alcohol. Exposing internal thoughts and fantasies for all to see since, well, forever I guess.”
Brandie raised her brow in curious thought before walking past Angie. She held her hand out for Angie to take.
“I think school will be in session, then.”
“What do you mean? Didn’t you cum?” Angie asked.
She leaned in and whispered into my sister’s ear, “twice.”
Angie’s face turned red in embarrassment. Brandie was tired of waiting and took Angie’s hand and led her into the house. I remained outside sipping on my drink feeling thankful I clicked on the ad when I saw it. We would have been at home right then, possibly reading someone else’s fantasy instead of being there living one out.
“Suckers,” I thought as I sipped my drink, “Maybe I’ll try my hand at writing. This will be one hell of a story to tell.”
I set my drink down and wandered into the house wondering which room the girls would be in and what they were doing. Knowing my wife, she was between my sister’s legs reciprocating the pleasure she received outside. I considered the possibility that Brandie was going hog-wild with Angie because she had repressed her attraction to women all these years.
“Maybe I should have let her know that if she wanted to be with a woman, she could have,” I thought.
I didn’t feel as if I demanded her suppress her urges. The more I thought about it, the more I felt she probably did it out of loyalty to me. I should have told her it was okay since she was probably missing out on something that was a part of her.
“We’ll have a talk about it after we leave here,” I thought. “Maybe we can get fake-Angie’s number and invite her over for some role play another time.”
As I meandered through the dark living room, I heard a sound from around the corner. It was a light whimper that sounded like someone was stifling their voice so they wouldn’t be discovered. I walked around to see if I could find the source of the noise in the dark while my eyes continued to adjust to the darkness of the house. As I turned the corner from the living room into the kitchen, I saw Hannah leaning against the island in the center of the kitchen. Her shorts were around her ankles and her panties were pushed down just enough to give her hand free movement between her legs. Her other hand was up her shirt playing with one of her nipples.
I took a couple steps back around the corner and watched as Hannah masturbated. She didn’t see me walk in since her eyes were busy watching her fingers as they danced around her clit. She whimpered quietly and more frequently. It seemed her orgasm was approaching. If my wife was getting some action, I figured I would, too.
I walked in and leaned against the wall.
“What’s got you so worked up, Hannah?” I asked, pretending like nothing was happening.
She jumped, removing her hand from under her shirt and between her legs while making a poor attempt to pull her panties up.
“Uncle Frank!” she loudly observed.
“I saw you watching us.”
She looked defeated, “I know.”
“Is that why you’re standing in the kitchen playing with yourself?”
She shook her head without looking at me. She must have seen the girls come in.
“Did you see your Mom and Aunt Brandie come in?”
She looked up at me and barely moved her head up and down. She seemed genuinely embarrassed that I was there asking her questions. The thought hit me again that I was impressed with these people’s acting skills.
“What do you suppose they’re doing?” I asked calmly.
“They went up to Mom’s room, I think.”
She was acting like a child being scolded.
“Do you think they’re having sex?” I asked, trying to make her feel comfortable talking with me about it.
She nodded.
“Is that what turned you on?”
I caught a slight grin appear on her face.
“I don’t blame you. You can push your panties back down and continue what you were doing.”
Instead of taking my suggestion, she slipped her hand into her panties and slowly massaged her clit. I decided to walk her through to her orgasm.
“Did you see your Mom between my wife’s legs?”
She nodded again. I noticed her fingers moving a bit faster.
“Who turns you on more, my sister or my wife?”
“Aunt Brandie,” she quickly responded.
“You wanted to be the one between your Aunt’s legs?”