Bundle of Hot Family Tales 2
By Cheri Verset
Copyright © 2011 Cheri Verset
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My Husband, His Sister, and Me
My Husband, His Sister, and Me
Chapter 1
There’s one thing Brenda liked more than Christmas mornings: the weekly Saturday morning screw. Using the word weekly made it sound like a habit, a chore even. But it wasn’t. She was a dedicated high school teacher and her husband Mark was climbing the rungs at his IT company. The only time they could really count on being together was on weekends and he never missed their chance to make the best of it.
“You look like a mermaid like this,” he said from his position lying next to her in their bed. She always slept in the nude and her long blond hair covered her chest.
In spite of having just woken up and still being groggy, she managed to shoot a convincing frown at her husband. “Are you trying to tell me I smell like fish?”
“I don’t know, let me check.”
With that, he dove under the covers, lifted her leg so he could pass under, and before long she felt him nuzzle the vaguely hairy patch between her legs. He tickled her with his nose before emerging from under the covers.
“No,” he affirmed. “No fish market in the vicinity.”
She swatted him playfully and laughed. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he hovered above her. They kissed. It astonished both of them that even after five years of marriage they were still making out like newlyweds. They were both 28 years old and maybe their relatively young age had something to do with it.
Brenda didn’t want to linger on this. She wanted to lose herself in the moment and enjoy her weekly Saturday morning screw. She felt self-conscious for a moment about her disheveled appearance and the fact that she hadn’t had time to brush her teeth. But Mark had never cared about that. In fact, he had once confessed it was kind of a turn-on for him.
Their kissing heated up. Gone were the light brushes of the lips. They crushed their mouths together and she welcomed his tongue, flicking hers against it. At the same time, she traced her fingers delicately on his broad back before going up toward his neck. She loved the feeling of his skin that was much rougher than was expected from someone who worked at a computer all day. It reminded her that he’d spent his youth working outdoors for his father’s logging company.
They stopped kissing and he backed up, holding himself up on his forearms. She resumed running his fingers on him, on his chest now. His pecs were well defined and she loved drawing contours around his muscles. How could she be so lucky to have such a handsome man in love with her? She surrounded his nipples with her fingers and felt his length stir against her thigh.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know that, Brenda?”
“Of course you’re crazy. You’re the one who said I smelled like fish.”
“I said you didn’t smell like fish. Just like a woman, you remember only what you want?”
“Oh really? Then I’m suddenly forgetting the recipe of chocolate mud pie you like so much.”
His mouth dropped open in feigned shock. “You wouldn’t!”
She shrugged. “You’re gonna have to make it up to me if I’m to remember it again.”
“You drive a hard bargain, ma’am.”
He dove in for another smooch. Their eyes were closed and they lost themselves in the comfort of their bodies pressed against each other. She combed her fingers through his short-cropped hair, giving him the signal she was ready for more.
He tried breaking the kiss but found he couldn’t do it. He backed up four inches and went back in for another taste of her plump lips. He stopped, pulled back 6 inches this time, but the call of her mouth was too hard to resist. He loved how she felt against him, her small body in perfect harmony with his strong built.
He found a solution to his painful kissing withdrawal. He would do it by stages. He moved away from her lips and pecked along her jaw. He kissed her soft cheeks, made her way to her neck, and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. She writhed underneath him, anticipating the pleasure to come.
He kissed his way down her collarbone, between her small perky breasts. He purposely avoided touching them. At the same time, he let his fingers wander down the side of her chest. It was a subtle stroking motion but with just enough pressure as to not tickle her.
“I love it when you do that.”
He looked up at her, smiled, and kissed her flat stomach. He gave little catlicks across her bellybutton. She felt an electric shock travel through her and she bucked involuntarily. This made Mark do it again.
His hands roamed across her skin as they slid down her body, bringing the bed sheet with him. She was completely nude before him and the sight never ceased to amaze him. The girls in magazines had nothing on her. How could a lowly computer nerd ever deserve a woman like her?
He dropped the philosophical musings and used his hands to spread her legs. As much as he wanted to dive in for his Saturday morning snack, most of the fun was watching her going wild. With the tips of his fingers, he stroked the inside of my thighs. With each pass he went closer and closer to the Promised Land though he made an effort never to touch her there.
He kissed the warm skin of her thighs, opening his mouth broadly to taste as much of her as he could. Brenda sighed audibly, opening her legs even wider, inviting him to put an end to her agonizing wait. He didn’t let her off the hook, using his fingers to gently stroke the sweet spot behind her knees.
“No, don’t!”
Because of that he did it again. Goosebumps instantly appeared all over her body as her delicate butt ground into the mattress, showing Mark her impatience. This time he decided to indulge her. His lips touched her between her legs. He extended his tongue and licked up between her folds.
She closed her eyes to savor it. His unshaven face created a new layer of sensations against her skin. Her left hand moved down of its own accord. She cupped her breast and delicately kneaded it, circling the nipple with her index finger. She looked down at her husband who was now finding his groove licking her and thrusting his tongue deep inside of her.
“Yes, like that. I love it when you lick me, Mark.”
With one hand, he was holding her labia open as he devoured her succulent flesh. His other hand was positioned above her clit and he made circles around it with his thumb, making sure not to touch the erect little nub. She was getting wetter with every second.
Brenda shivered not in cold but in anticipation. It was as if she was entering a warm bath and it was only going to get better from here. She looked down as Mark spread her moistness around her pussy. Using two fingers, he coated her lips but most of all he was drenching his fingers. She knew what that meant and she could barely wait.
His two wet digits plunged into her depths, making her breath catch in her throat. Simultaneously, he put his mouth around her clit and began sucking on it. His fingers pistoned in her well-lubricated channel. She was tight around him but was quickly loosening up.
“God yes! Don’t stop.”
He had no intention of doing so. He accelerated his thrusting and flicked his tongue across her love button. He was about to go up to play with her breasts but with a quick glance noticed she had the situation well in hand. She was squeezing her tits with much more vigor now, pinching her nipples and pulling them up.
Instead, he stroked the inside of her thigh with his free hand. Her creamy skin was baby-smooth and inviting. An idea then struck him. He brought his thumb up to the top of her pussy until it was glistening with her moisture. Then, he brought it back down her perineum. She recoiled at his touch. He wanted to tell her to relax but didn’t want to stop toying with her clit.
His wet thumb touched the outside of her ass. He circled the hole, putting more and more pressure but never going in. He heard her breathing harder and she was beginning to twitch. It was time to bring her over the edge.
He rotated the two fingers that were inside her. He made a come-hither gesture until the tips were hitting her G-spot.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned in surprise, knowing this was the home stretch.
Mark doubled his efforts sucking on her engorged clit and at the same time seesawing into her hot pussy.
“That’s it, don’t stop. Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum.”
Her body stiffened and then she lurched forward, shoving her pussy into her husband’s face. She cried out as she released her wetness into Mark’s face.
“I’m cumming!”
The warning was unnecessary. She thrashed around him, her internal muscles clenching his fingers and refusing to let them go. The wave of pleasure crashed over her and it took several deep breaths for her to regain her senses.
When she finished spasming, Mark pulled out his fingers and made a show of licking her juices off them. He gave a few kisses over her mound and across her tummy before climbing up to her face. She looked at his glossy mouth and chin, her eyes still somewhat glazed over, and she lifted her head to kiss him. It always gave her a secret thrill to taste herself. She’d had a few experiences with women in college and tasting a woman’s juices was something she’d always treasured.
At last, they broke apart, panting in exhaustion. Mark brushed strands of matted hair from her forehead and looked adoringly into her eyes. “I love you, sweetheart.”
“Oh, okay. Personally, I only like you a little.”
“Fine, no meat for you,” he threatened good-humoredly.
He feigned getting out of bed but she quickly grabbed his neck and pulled him back to her. They resumed their embrace for several minutes. Once they separated, she pushed him down so he lied on his back. She got on her knees and kissed his muscular chest. She let her fingertips trace his well-defined abs while continuing to kiss her way down.
When she got to his pelvic bone, she voluntarily bypassed his already rock-solid shaft and pecked his upper thighs.
“You’re not gonna tease me like this all morning, are you?”
“You were very cruel with me and I intend to give you a taste of your own medicine, buster.”
“Speaking of medicine, open your mouth and I’ll give you yours.” As he spoke, he clenched his butt which made his hard cock flex in front of her.
She tried not laughing but she couldn’t. In any case, she continued to avoid his rod and focused on running her hands on his slightly hairy thighs. She let her fingers brush against his balls but didn’t go any further. She loved teasing him because, while a part of was always eager to get down to business, she knew that deep down he actually enjoyed the anticipation.
Finally, her fingers crept to the base of his cock and she gripped it firmly. She moved her mouth to the tip, deliberately hesitated, and let her tongue snake around the head. Mark groaned in appreciation and she took him completely into her mouth. She gulped all eight inches until it tickled her throat and she started to gag. It wasn’t her favorite part but her husband enjoyed it.
With her warm mouth engulfing him, she slowly stroked his scrotum. Looking up as Mark exhaled noisily in pleasure, she found her longing return. She worked herself up and down his cock, sucking gently on his flesh.
That’s when the phone rang.
“Oh, come on!”
“Don’t answer it,” Brenda ordered.
“I don’t want to answer it, believe me.”