My wife and niece arrived home and discovered me drinking a mid-morning beer. My first reaction was fear. I still had my wife's sister pussy juice on my face and my dick! Immediately I turned red. I started babbling,
"Ahh...Umm...You're home early," I said grinning like an idiot.
My wife let out a disappointing sigh. She glanced at the den and said,
"Damn it, Ed. What have you been doing all morning?"
I stood there looking exceedingly guilty because I was guilty. I couldn't muster any response. My eyes dropped to the floor like a kid caught red handed misbehaving. She could see my shame. Could she smell my recent activities? I slowly backed away from her.
Christy felt the tension in the air. She exited saying,
"I'm going to check on Mom."
My wife continued shouting,
"You haven't got one drop of paint on the wall!"
I set down my empty beer can and ran to the den.
"I'll have it finished today, dear. I promise."
I got to work quickly. I scratched my face by wiping it too hard with a dirty paint rag. I was trying to erase some of the evidence of my adulterous behavior.
My wife rolled her eyes and marched off.
I spent the rest of the day painting and avoiding eye contact with my wife. Christy too gave me the silent treatment. All day long, I prayed that Eve wouldn't remember what we had done.
Eve joined us for dinner. She was back to being her normal joyful, effervescent self. Ana and her sister had a lively discussion. Christy was subdued. I had the feeling she was watching me out of the corner of her eye. Thankfully, Eve gave no indication of having any memory of my illicit activities.
Eve was feeling so good that the sisters decided to visit an old girlfriend. I was not invited and Christy declined saying she wanted to work on her college essay.
I spent the evening watching television and breathing in the fumes of the drying paint. Christy was in the bedroom for a while and then joined me in the den. She sat off to my right on the sofa while I lounged in my easy chair.
Christy had changed into her bed clothes. She had on a white "Hello Kitty" nightshirt that came down to the middle of her thigh. My wife wasn't kidding about her breasts. Where Ana and her sister were a pleasurable mouthful, a B cup, Christy was a stunning full 36 C. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts moved around like angry cats in a burlap sack. Her boobs swayed and jiggled enticingly as she crossed the room. I tried unsuccessfully to be discreet as I stared at her gorgeous rack.
Christy sat down nonchalantly. She seemed totally oblivious to the havoc she was causing in my mind and in my pants. She tucked one leg under her butt forcing her shirt to ride up her thigh. Not only could I see a good portion of her upper thigh, but I could also see part way up under her nightshirt. Only lack of light kept me from seeing her crotch. My eyes were torn between trying to penetrate the darkness in between her thighs and scrutinizing the pokey nipples on display above. Praise the gods! Her white night shirt did nothing to hide her large dark aureoles and the pointy nipples that strained against the cotton fabric of her sleepwear.
I struggled to focus on the game on TV. My penis began to grow causing me to shift in my chair.
Calmly, as if discussing the weather, Christy buffed her nails and said,
"I know what you did."
I was silent. My mind raced. What did she know?
"When I got home today, Mom thanked me for helping her out of her funk."
Again I shifted uneasily in my chair. "She said the mind blowing orgasm generated by the strap-on blew away her migraine."
Nervously, I glanced her way.
Christy looked me in the eye and said,
"I didn't tell her that I hadn't brought it with us."