If you happen across this story and haven't read the first four installments, what are you waiting for? All the backstory and lots of sexy escapades can be found therein. And, as always, share your comments and ratings. Yours truly, Petitmort
The morning light filtered through the Linden trees that lined West End Avenue, bathing Juliet's apartment in a golden glow. Wearing a creamy lace camisole, Juliet walked from the bedroom, across the living room, and into the kitchen. Her sister Nikki was at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables, her auburn hair falling luxuriously over her shoulders. A peach-colored, satiny pajama top framed Nikki's full breasts and stopped just north of her long, shapely legs.
"Bonjour! Tu dors bien?" Nikki called out in a singsong tone. (Good morning! Did you sleep well?)
"Oui," answered Juliet. "Est-ce qu'il ya du café?" (Yes. Is there coffee?)
Nikki nodded towards the French press near the sink. Juliet poured herself a cup and brought it to her lips, leaning against the kitchen counter next to Nikki.
"Qu'est-ce que tu fait?" Juliet asked. (What are you making?)
"Ratatouille aux oeufs pochés," Nikki answered. (Ratatouille with poached eggs)
Juliet smiled. She was used to her sister, a professional pastry chef, doing magical things in her kitchen. Whenever they were together, Nikki would provide the most delicious meal in the French country style, just like their mother used to do. It was her way of expressing love and it always gave Juliet a warm, nostalgic feeling.
Nikki was slicing a half dozen chanterelle mushrooms, her knife hand moving swiftly and efficiently, chopping and scooping the mushrooms into a skillet with onions sautéing in olive oil and garlic. On the counter was an assortment of vegetables and fresh herbs.
(The rest of the dialogue is translated for the sake of the reader.)
"Where did you get all this?" Juliet asked.
"I got up early and went down to the farmer's market on 81
st
," Nikki replied.
"You didn't have to, you know."
"It's nothing," said Nikki. "I'm always up early. The life of a baker."
Juliet watched her younger sister wielding the chef's knife like a conductor with a baton. Nikki's satin pajama top was like a mini-dress, her full breasts pressing against the sheer fabric, revealing the delicate contours of her nipples. With her exquisite body and long bare legs, she resembled a lingerie model more than a pastry chef.
"Didn't those pajamas come with bottoms?" Juliet teased.
"Why?" answered Nikki. "At home, Derek and I cook in the nude."
Juliet took a mushroom slice and took a bite out of it.
"Sounds dangerous."
"Besides," Nikki said slyly. "I've got panties on. See?"
She raised her top to reveal a thong wrapped around her shapely ass.
"Oh la la," Juliet said. "Très chic."
Juliet marveled at how sexy her sister was. Juliet was no slouch in the sex appeal department of course. But Nikki -- she was in a class by herself.
"Have you talked to Jake this morning?" Nikki asked casually.
"Not yet. Why?"
"I was just curious," Nikki shrugged. "How he was doing after last night."
Juliet snapped off a basil leaf, crinkled it, and held it under her nose.
"We haven't talked yet this morning," Juliet said. "He's probably still asleep. How are
you
feeling about last night? Do you feel like it worked?"
Nikki put her hand on her tummy.
"I don't know," Nikki answered. "Maybe. I feel like we should keep trying. To be sure."
"I'm sure Jake will be up for it," Juliet said, smiling.
"Do you think so?" Nikki asked, fretfully. "You sure he'll want to?"
"Of course. We talked last night, after our little ... orgy. Before he went back to his place to get some sleep."
Nikki looked up with interest.
"And? What did he say?" Nikki asked.
"He said last night was unforgettable."
"He said that?" Nikki asked. "What else?"
Juliet thought a moment.
"He thought you and I had one of most genuinely giving relationships he'd ever seen."
"That's so sweet," said Nikki, pouting her lips.
"And he said he was glad he could give you and Derek the thing you wanted most. Or try to, anyway."
Nikki nodded.
"It's true. It
is
what we want most."
Juliet moved behind her sister and gave her a hug.
"And he said making love to you was 'extremely erotic'".
Nikki stopped chopping.
"He said that?" Nikki asked.
"He did," Juliet responded. "He said the idea of making you pregnant was ... what was it ... the ultimate aphrodisiac."
Nikki's caught her breath as a tingly feeling shot through her body.
"He did seem rather excited," Nikki said. "
I
certainly was. I haven't cum that hard in a long time."
Juliet nodded.
"He tends to have that effect. I know."
"I mean," Nikki said, "don't misunderstand me. Derek knows how to get me off ... but Jake ... that was a whole other level."
"Well," Juliet said laying her head on Nikki's shoulder, "I told him to be sure to make you cum -- to increase your chances of getting pregnant."
Nikki tilted her head to softly caress Juliet's.
"Then I have
you
to thank," Nikki said.
Nikki went back to chopping.
"Do you think we'll be able to do it again while I'm here?" Nikki asked. "Like, later today? I'm right in my fertility window."
Juliet chuckled and moved back to the lean against the counter.
"Your fertility window? Sounds so scientific. How do you know anyway? Is there an app for that?"
Nikki laughed.
"In fact there
is
. And today's the day."
Juliet helped herself to a slice of bell pepper.
"Pas de problème. We sometimes do it three or four times a day. Jake's got quite a healthy libido."
Nikki gulped imperceptibly. The thought of having sex with Jake that often made her feel all creamy inside.
"Why don't you give him a call?" Nikki said. "Invite him down for breakfast. There's plenty."
Juliet smiled, and then went looking for her phone. Nikki leaned against the counter and took a deep breath. She didn't want to sound too eager about getting Jake's "help" but she felt an ache deep inside she couldn't suppress.
And her pussy was getting wetter by the moment.
As he applied shaving cream to his face, Jake took stock of the previous night's events. Did what he think happened, really happen? Or was it a dream? He distinctly remembered Nikki and Juliet taking turns sucking his cock. He had vivid memories of fucking Nikki like there was no tomorrow, sliding his cock deep inside her, again and again, while his girlfriend Juliet was fingering his ass. And he recalled having an orgasm for the ages.
Then, at the end of the night, he left Nikki sleeping like a baby and was headed upstairs to sleep in his own bed. He remembered kissing Juliet good night and telling her how much he enjoyed the experience. He recalled being careful not to rave too much about her younger sister.
Jake had deep, genuine feelings for Juliet. She was everything he looked for in a woman -- she was bright, creative, funny, and sexy as hell. He wanted to make sure that, whatever transpired with this crazy situation with her sister, his relationship with Juliet would be undamaged. Sleeping with her younger sister would seem to be a bit of a faux pas but Juliet really wanted him to help get her pregnant and he was more than happy to oblige.
While Jake felt romantically about Juliet, Nikki touched his more carnal desires. She had beautiful green eyes, full auburn hair, and a body that was simply the sexiest he had ever seen. Narrow hips, long luscious legs, and large, perfectly shaped breasts. But there was something in the way she moved that seemed to exude sexuality.
Jake was toweling his face when his phone chirped.
"breakfast?"
read the text.
"love to"
he answered.
A few minutes later Jake was letting himself into Juliet's apartment, and feeling a tad nervous. Not job interview nervous. More like the jittery excitement when you know something really exciting is about to happen to you. Anticipation.
He found Juliet and Nikki in the kitchen. Juliet was leaning against the window sill, in her sheer cami, smiling at him. The sunlight was backlighting her, and he could see the outline of her breasts. He went over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips.
"Hey," he said in a soft voice.
"Bonjour Jake," called Nikki, giving him a smile over her shoulder.
"Hi Nikki," he answered.
"Du café?" Juliet asked.
"That'd be great," Jake said, helping himself to a cup and leaning against the window pane next to Juliet.
Nikki was in her element -- standing at the stove, holding a pan in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, with her back to Jake and Juliet. They watched her, in her satin pajama top, moving from the stove to the cupboard, back to the stove again. Her movements were precise and efficient. As she moved, Jake watched her ample bosom bouncing beneath the satin fabric.
She opened the oven door, and bent over to inspect whatever was baking inside. Her top lifted just enough to reveal the exquisite curve of her lower ass, and a hint of her pussy.
Jake felt himself starting to get hard.
Nikki placed three perfectly browned croissants onto a serving plate and spun around.