This is the tenth chapter in the saga of Chris and Chloe Weber. While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read the earlier chapters to understand the full context of what is happening here. It would also help to read "No Greater Love," as this is a follow-up and takes place about 4 years after the events in that story. For those not familiar with the earlier stories, the two main characters often refer to each other as "brother" and "sister," but there is no incest as the two are not related.
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January 17, 2093:
Chris Weber sat at his computer, going through the entries in his personal journal, something he had kept up for many years. The file told the story of his nearly century-long love affair with Chloe, his wife of 90 years. Someday, he thought, he would have to close it out and hand it over to his children and grandchildren for safe-keeping, and he wanted to make sure it was just the way he wanted it.
Although his marriage to Chloe was what most would consider idyllic, it had moments that could be described as "challenging." That was to be expected, Chris thought. At least he could say there was never a time when she ever cheated on him. But there was one incident that took place about four years after the death of their son, Mike, when he thought it would all come crashing down.
Friday, July 27, 2040:
Chris and Chloe was busy helping their daughter, Marilyn, load up her car for the trip to her college. They finally got everything loaded and tearfully hugged their child, making her promise to come home to visit from time to time. Marilyn was their youngest child and they were a bit anxious about finally being alone with no children in the house after 31 years.
"Of course I'll be back," she said. "The college is only 150 miles away."
"I hear George is going there as well," Chloe said. Marilyn and George Freeman were a couple in high school and seemed to be very serious about each other.
"Yes, he is," Marilyn said. "He's going for an engineering degree. And yes, we're still dating." Marilyn looked at them one last time. "I love you guys," she said. "And I'll call when I get there."
"Make sure you do, dear," Chris said. One last kiss, one last wave and they watched as she pulled out of the driveway and headed off to school.
Chloe and Chris looked at each other, realizing that they were now "empty-nesters." Chloe smiled.
"Race you to the back yard," she said.
"You're on," Chris said in response. The two 56-year-olds ran out the back door, tearing their clothes off as they went. Chloe grabbed a blanket on her way out as Chris grabbed a pillow. Finding their favorite spot, Chloe spread out the blanket as Chris tossed the pillow on it. They finished taking their clothes off and embraced each other, naked, in the back yard, the way they used to do before they had children.
"God, you are so beautiful," Chris said as he ran his hands over his wife's body, kept in shape through years of exercise.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said, rubbing her bald pussy against his crotch, causing his manhood to respond.
Chloe pushed Chris down onto the blanket and put the pillow under his head. Straddling his crotch, she began to rub her pussy along the length of his cock, bending over him so her long dark hair fell over his face.
"You know how long I've wanted to fuck you out here in the backyard?" she asked.
"It has been a while, hasn't it?" he asked in response.
"Too long," she said.
She took one of his hands and placed it on her left breast.
"Feel that? It's all yours," she said. "Come on, suck it. Lick it. You know you want it." Chris smiled and took his wife's breast in his mouth and sucked on her nipple just the way she liked it. "Don't forget I have another one of those," she whispered. Chris turned his attention to her other breast, causing her to moan in pleasure. "You know what I want?" she asked.
"Mmmm, what?" Chris asked. Chloe smiled and moved down his body.
"I want to suck my brother's cock right here in the back yard," she said, taking his hard erection in her hand. She licked the length of his organ, and worked the head of his erection into her mouth. After nearly 40 years, she knew exactly what he liked and what would bring him off. She worked him over for several minutes until he felt himself begin to explode.
"Oh baby, that feels so damn good," he said. "I'm getting ready to cum." Soon, he shot a load of semen in her throat, and Chloe expertly swallowed as he pumped into her mouth. Licking her lips, she moved back up his body.
"You know I love swallowing my brother's cum," she whispered in his ear. "Now, baby, you know what I want to hear," she said as she moved herself closer to Chris's face. Yes, after 40 years, he knew, and he relished it.
"I want to eat my sister's pussy so bad," he said. She smiled as she put her shaved mound close to his face.
"You're such a naughty boy," she said. "Do it, eat my pussy, baby. Worship it." Chris ran his tongue over her soft, smooth mound, admiring the way her lips slightly protruded from her slit. She first shaved herself for him back in 2001, on their 18th birthday, when they gave each other their virginity and she kept herself smooth for him ever since. Several years back, she even had electrolysis done to remove all the hair follicles and spent a great deal of time keeping herself soft and smooth.
He moved his tongue up and down her slit, sucking on her lips the way he knew she liked it, inhaling her aroma. She gasped as he took her clit in his mouth and gently sucked on it.
"Yes, baby, eat my pussy. Suck my clit. Make me cum on your face," she said, moaning. He kept up until she grabbed his head and pushed herself on him, her orgasm coating his lower face. She lowered herself and moved onto the blanket, spreading her legs for him while opening her pussy with her fingers.
"Come here and fuck your love goddess," she said, her eyes half-closed with desire. "Make me your woman. Stick that lovely cock inside my pussy and fuck my brains out." Chris smiled and climbed on top of her, positioning the head of his cock at her opening. "Do it, now," she said. "Quit teasing me and fuck my naked pussy."
Chris gasped as he entered her, her wet pussy milking his cock as he slid into her. He moved inside her, slowly, causing her to moan. She wrapped her legs around him and bucked up to meet his thrusts.
"Oh God, baby, your cock feels so damn good inside my pussy," she said. "Fuck me. Don't ever stop."
"Ohhhh baby," Chris moaned. "Your pussy is so tight, so warm and wet."
"That's it, baby," Chloe said. "Fuck me good. Fuck me the way I like it." He began picking up his pace a bit and soon felt the urge to ejaculate building up inside him.
"I'm about to cum inside you," he said.
"Then do it, baby," she said. "Cum inside my pussy. Cum inside sister's pussy." He exploded inside her just as her own orgasm hit. They held each other tight as their mutual orgasms subsided.
This was a familiar dance for the two lovers, and they never tired of it. Chloe had always been something of an exhibitionist who was very vocal during their love-making, and Chris had always been something of a voyeur who loved looking at his wife's gorgeous, well-maintained body.
Anyone not knowing their history would no doubt wonder at some of the words they used during their trysts, "brother" and "sister" being just two of them. They weren't related, but when they were younger many mistook them for siblings, even though their parents had DNA tests showing no relation. So they began calling each other "brother" and "sister" just to tweak those around them.
"I love you so much," Chris said, kissing his lovely wife.
"I love you more," Chloe said in response.
"Nuh uh," Chris answered. "I love you more." They kissed and held each other for a few minutes longer.
"Let's go for a swim," Chloe said. Chris smiled and got up, offering her his hand. They had been skinny-dipping ever since they were youngsters, and always enjoyed hopping in the water with each other, naked. In the last 30 years, they had to limit it to their visits to the lake house, but now that the kids were gone, they could go in the pool any time they wanted. And since they lived in the country, no one was around to see them. They padded to the pool and jumped in, laughing and splashing each other they way they used to when they were much younger.
Later that day, as they were cleaning up and moving things around, Chloe came into the garage, where Chris was working.
"Look what I found," she said, holding up an old nightshirt. Chris looked and recognized it right off. It was the nightshirt he gave to her on Christmas when they were just nine years old. It had a goofy-looking rabbit with long floppy ears and a caption that read, "Snugglebunny."
"Oh my gosh," Chris said. "Where was it?"
"I found it in a box my mom gave me a while back," Chloe said. "She had it in one of those vacuum-sealed bags so it wouldn't get ruined. I think I'm going to frame it and hang it up in our bedroom."
He remembered the Christmas he had given it to her and the way her face lit up when she saw it.
"Am I your Snugglebunny?" she asked. He nodded his head. She came to him, wrapped her little arms around him and kissed him. "I love you," she said. That was the first time she had ever kissed him or told him that she loved him and he knew from that moment on they would be together for the rest of their lives. And from then on, "Snugglebunny" was his nickname for her.
A few days later, she reminded him of an annual event at the hospital, so he had his best suit cleaned. He wasn't a huge fan of these events, and to be honest, neither was she. But her position as the head nurse of the maternity ward pretty much dictated that she show up.
He got ready on the night of the party and gasped when he saw Chloe come down the stairs. She wore a nice evening gown that hugged her curves but didn't show a lot of skin. Even so, he thought, she would be the most beautiful woman there.
He escorted his wife into the event, which was held at the hospital's conference center. All of the big brass were there and welcomed them both to the party. They ended up sharing a table with other nurses and a couple of doctors who worked in the maternity ward.
Chris had met some of the others before, and had gotten along well with them but there was one doctor he had not met before. He was a rather tall muscular black man who spoke perfect English with a very distinctive African accent. He sported a tattoo of a snake coiled around his neck.
"Your wife is a very beautiful woman," he told Chris as Chloe walked to the ladies room with a couple of other nurses.
"Yes, she is," Chris said. "Thank you."
"You are a very lucky man," the doctor said.
"I like to think so," Chris said in response. The doctor turned to Chris and extended a hand.
