So where was I? Right, I had just returned from the garage with the album after fucking Karla silly. My friend's mom had just retreated towards her bedroom, while he had gone to his. Sitting at that table, next to Betty, I was very quickly recovering from my orgasm with her sister.
I had never felt like I had been in a room so crowded. Betty had wasted no time to start fondling my nether regions while deftly maintaining a conversation with her husband and Silvia, both also at the table. On my end, I wasn't feeling just crazy enough yet to reach for her body. My mind still had a semblance of clarity after my previous electrifying climax with Karla. And that clarity told me, without a doubt, there were too many people in that living room to try anything too fun with my friend's aunt.
Betty's touch gradually whittled away at my fears. With only her left hand, she managed to quickly get me in the mood again. Her fingers worked wonders, sliding into my trousers after doing away with the zipper. It took no effort from her at all to put me in the right state of mind to disregard caution for the sake of arousal, like I had already done so many times before.
After that short massage, I was already drooling over Betty once more, desperate to feel her juicy body in my hands again. I loved that about her; her body was built to be grabbed and fondled. It hardly mattered where. The fact she was such a big, tall girl only meant there was more of the curves to grope and caress.
I can't even tell you what it was we were talking about at the table. Betty was participating avidly, though, whereas the best I could do was smile and chuckle politely, maybe mutter vague agreement sometimes. If I managed to take my eyes off her curvaceous body long enough to stare at Silvia or, with even more difficulty, at Bernard, that was already a success for me.
In my defense, I doubt most people would have behaved differently. I had spent weeks by myself in college, completely starved of contact and attention. Now I had these two redheaded goddesses eagerly seducing me. I
had
to make the most of it, independently of however many relatives they had crammed in that apartment.
My dreams of pumping Betty full of cum were interrupted by Karla's return to the living room. She looked a lot less disheveled now. I almost couldn't tell she'd just had sex. Granted, her uncharacteristically cheerful strut was still quite a giveaway.
"Betty," she whispered. "Can I speak with you in private?"
"Is something the matter?" Bernard immediately offered to get up.
"It's fine, Bernard, thank you," Karla spoke so sweetly it felt obviously fake to me. "It's a sister thing."
Betty clutched my erect cock over my trousers one last time, as if bidding me farewell, then headed after her sister. What ensued was quite painful for me indeed.
Alone with Bernard and Silvia, and now horny beyond measure, I had little to hold on to or focus on. My immediate question to myself was whether this situation was another instance of Karla fucking with me yet again. It felt odd, even for her. After all, she would not feel much enjoyment out of my awkwardness if she wasn't around to see it.
Could she have expected me to excuse myself and go after them on my own? I didn't have the guts. Not to mention I could not risk approaching my friend's room just like that. A single cousin of his popping out at the wrong time could sentence me to a whole afternoon surrounded by people I very much did not want to be near. Whether they knew the truth or not didn't even matter. And yet... if this was another of Karla's games, she had to expect me to do
something
.
I spent the next minutes in utter silence, terrified of what would happen if I made a wrong move somewhere. There was more at stake than just fear of being caught, of course. At that moment, what I really feared was wasting an opportunity to have more fun with either Karla, Betty, or both of them at once.
My legs fidgeted as I considered leaving the table. I was probably lucky that Bernard and Silvia were hitting it off so well, as neither of them looked particularly keen on dragging me into the conversation. It was awkward, yes, but the lonely type of awkward, which is still the best there is.
This indecision only came to an end when Karla returned, yet again, to the living room. Betty, I noticed, hadn't come back. Her husband, much to my annoyance, noticed it too. It was far from the ideal level of neglect for me to have fun with his wife.
"All set?" he asked.
"Almost," Karla smirked.
That
smirk had familiarity to it. That smirk was evil. That smirk was
real
. "Sorry for keeping you in the dark. But I think, when the time comes, you'll be glad."
Bernard seemed to be about to prod Karla for more information, but she interrupted him by pretending to only notice me then.
"Peter! Why are you still here? Aren't we too
old
for you? Where are my sons? Is this how they treat their guest? Oh, I'm going to give them an earful. Come on."
Her acting felt as plastic as ever to me. I hesitantly got up, half-afraid she would actually shove me into my friend's room and derive some twisted pleasure from it. My steps were deliberately slower just for me to get a better idea of where she was taking me. With my eyes fixed on my friend's door, I was quite unprepared for Karla to grab me and push me, giggling, into her own bedroom.
I tensed, fully expecting another push. Maybe even getting tazed or drugged. But instead, when I turned around, all I saw was the door already closed again. And
then
, when I turned around again, I had a pleasant surprise.
Karla had truly outdone herself. On her sister's bed, Betty was fully undressed. More interestingly, perhaps, she had been tied up with thick ropes. Her legs were rolled backwards and tied to the head of the bed. Her wrists were bound behind her back, and she was clearly lying on top of them. The ropes even coiled around her deliciously plump body, making her jiggly beauty all the more apparent to me. Karla had even written on her plump butt-cheeks the words: 'Breed here Peter', as well as multiple sketched arrows pointing at her wet pussy. No doubt, the vocabulary had been Karla's choice. Not to mention Betty was both blindfolded and gagged. I spent so much time looking at her body I almost failed to notice the restraints on her face.
"'eter?" she tried to ask despite the red gag muzzling her.
I let two fingers slide across her wet pussy wordlessly, prompting a shiver from my friend's tied up aunt. Once I was knelt in front of her, I took off her blindfold. Relief, desire and joy battled for control over Betty's greyish green eyes. Then, I took off her gag.
"Bwah... Karla expected you to fuck me right away," she bit her lip.
"We'll definitely get to that," I smirked. My fingers, now rubbing her clit, were already soaked in her juices. "You were quite a tease back there. I had half a mind to just fuck you without a word."
"That
was
the original intention, yes," she smiled broadly as she wiggled her hips to the best of her ability. With those bindings, she could hardly move.
I decided to kiss her right then. Betty could enjoy being dominated and mistreated, but between her and Karla, she was still much closer to a functional lover to me. She moaned as my tongue explored her mouth, her whole body unable to fight, embrace or even react to my advances. There were only moans from her as my kiss and my fingers were synchronized in giving her pleasure.
"Oh... now
