Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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So we woke up with my sister looking, mouth agape, at my husband in his torn panties, garter belt stockings and bra and me with a 6-inch strapon cock jutting from my otherwise naked body. There wasn't even a blanket handy to pull over ourselves. There was a pretty awkward silence as we looked up at her and watched her expression turn from shock to a smile. Hubby offered a weak "it's not what it looks like," although it sounded more like a question than a statement. He got up and went to our bedroom to change. My sister and I watched his sexy, smooth body as he left, the garter belt framing his torn black panties that dangled behind his shaved and well-fucked ass.
After another awkward pause, she finally said, "OK, your kids are coming through that door in a minute and so you need to go get dressed. But once you are dressed I want to hear all about your night." As I got up, she reached out and grabbed a hold of my cock, looked me dead in the eyes and said, "I want some of that. All of that." She gestured at my cock and toward the bedroom where my husband was likely very embarrassed.
I found him unclipping his stocking from his garter belt. His panties were off and his cock was harder than ever. He wasn't embarrassed, he was fucking turned on. I got wet at the thought of how to use this information, especially in context of what my sister had just said. I kissed him, our cocks rubbing together seductively.
My sister Jacqui and I have been close since childhood. Even when we've been rivals for something athletically or romantically, we were still on each other's side. As teens, we shared clothes, blowjob techniques and secrets. We went to the same college and had some wild times in our sorority, including a few threesomes and a fair amount of same-sex escapades. We'd never actually done anything with each other, but we have been in the same room during many of our threesomes and Sapphic orgies.
Once the kids were settled and everyone was dressed, Jacqui asked if I'd like to go for a walk. We left the kids with their dad and went for a walk.
As soon as we were out of earshot, she squealed, "What the fuck Brandi? Did you fuck his ass? Did you make him wear your underwear?"
"Well, yes and no. Yes I fucked his ass but no, they aren't my underwear; they are his. He has a whole collection. Did you notice his toenails?"
"No," she giggled, "but I did notice he shaved his legs for you."
I smiled and told her the whole story. I could never keep secrets from her. She was practically playing with herself as we walked and I told her of our day and night.
"How was he when you went into the bedroom after I saw you both?"
"Hard." I paused for effect, "hard enough to crack walnuts."
"Oh my god, he gets off on it. I need to be part of this. He's such a big shot at work. "
