Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Helen and Hope in a brave new world
We arrived at the realtor's office and followed him in. It took a little while to get the offer sheet written up. The fun part was when he asked what names to put on the offer.
"Michael Mitchel, Helen Rogers, and Hope Michaels," said Hope with confidence and smiling.
"That is not really standard. Mr. Michaels, don't you just want to have you and your wife on the house?"
"While none of us are married yet, we are ALL in a committed relationship to each other, so if that is going to be a problem.....I guess we could find another realtor who would like the commission on a house of over a million dollars. It will be ALL three names on the offer." Helen and Hope were both holding my hands under the table.
"I meant no offense, but it is really not conventional."
"Then no offense taken, and no we are not conventional."
All three of us signed the offer sheet and started to make our way out of the office.
"Oh, and by the way.....Mr. Cunningham, I have been out of the country for a number of months, and I look forward to having mind blowing sex with the two people I consider to be my husband and wife, the two people I love in this world," said Hope with pride.
The three of us got in Hope's car, with Helen driving. I sat up front in the passenger seat while Hope sat in the back.
"You both know this is my car, right?" said Hope.
"Yes Hope, it is your car, but you have not driven here for a while, and it is dark out. We don't want you driving on the wrong side of the road and crashing into a tree or something," replied Helen in a motherly tone, "and Michael, well if I had him sit in the back with you, the two of you would get up to no good without me, and I would get distracted and crash into a tree or something."
"Yeah, you don't want Helen crashing into a tree or something," I added for good measure.
"You both suck, but can we, at least, get home quickly so we can, well you know."
"We really should stop and have dinner first. You know we aren't going to want to cook, and you want Michael to have as much energy as possible," quipped 'mother' Helen.
"You know I will need my energy Hope," I threw in, though Helen was doing a good enough job torturing Hope on her own.
"You two REALLY suck, but PLEASE tell me after we eat that we will go home and have......."
"Well yes, though don't we have to stop at the grocery store on the way home Michael?"
"If we don't go straight home after dinner, you two can sleep on the couch or do what ever you want, and I will entertain myself."
"I think we can stop teasing her now. We'll have a nice dinner near the apartment and then we take our Hope home and ravage her senseless. Will that work for you Michael?"
"I don't know, we probably do need some stuff from the store....."
"If you ever want to get anywhere near my nickers Michael, you won't finish that statement," interrupted Hope impatiently.
Personally, I could have done without dinner, but knowing Hope and knowing Helen, Helen might be trying to not only torture Hope but also to get a little alcohol into Hope to make her more relaxed. Even though Hope wanted our threesome to be, she was so used being emotionally distant from me, and to a lesser extent Helen, she might be too nervous to truly let go and enjoy herself. Maybe, I was too much in Helen's head, but I was pretty certain that was playing a part in her reasoning.
We got to the restaurant that was near Hope's apartment and asked for a booth in one of the darker corners. Helen and I had eaten there a few times after Hope left for Africa and liked it for the food and its closeness to the apartment.
"When did this place open?" Asked Hope.
"Soon after you left," said Helen. "You should like it. The food is really good."
"So, what is good here?" Asked Hope.
"You'll love the Veal Piccata. We can do it family style and order a bottle of Chianti or two," from me.
"That sounds good. Let's order and get this moving, so we can go home: to our current home," said Hope.
We ordered and asked that they bring the wine as soon as possible. Our waiter was deserving of a good tip, as the wine and three glasses showed up quickly. Helen made sure to keep refilling Hope's glass while she and I drink ours slowly. While Hope began to show the effects of the wine, both Helen and I remained clear headed and focused.
As our dinner arrived, I saw Helen's hand closest to Hope slip beneath the table causing a little jump from Hope. A soft moan escaped from Hope, and Helen asked me to serve out the food. I saw Helen's arm moving slightly and I guessed that she was causing the moans from Hope. So being the dutiful husband, I did what I was told and served our dinner.
With her free hand, Helen started to eat, while gently caressing Hope under the table. I watched as the scene continued to unfold and slowly worked on eating. Hope tried to eat as well but was distracted by Helen's hand and the wine she had consumed. As if the waiter could read my mind, he returned with the second bottle, again I refilled Hope's glass and my own.
Hope let out another moan, so I decided to investigate exactly what was going on beneath the table. I moved my hand to Hope's thigh and stroked from her knee to her crotch to be greeted by the feeling of Helen's hand moving between Hope's legs. I moved my hand to join hers.
"Glad you could make it to the party," croaked Hope, "otherwise I would have probably done something to derail it when it came down to it. Let me finish my wine and then we need get home and fuck."
I signaled to our waiter for our check. We paid and took our to-go box, and the last of the bottle of wine and got Hope to the car. Helen drove and had me sit in the back with Hope. As Helen pulled the car into traffic, Hope was on top of me, locking her mouth on mine and fumbling with my pants to get to my already hard cock.
"I have wanted this for so long......so hard......I can't believe you stuck around........oh..... you feel so good in my hand......."
I took one of her breasts in my palm and gently squeezed and caressed her. We continued to kiss, alternating with Hope either apologizing for making me wait or how good it felt.
"OK, kids were home. Put your tits and cock away in case we meet anyone on our way up to the apartment."
We did as we were told and walked up the flight of stairs to Hope's second floor place. As soon as we reached the top of the stairs, Hope had already unbuttoned her ever present blue button-down shirt, revealing her lovely tits. As Helen opened the door, Hope's shirt was completely off, and she was working on getting her khakis down off her hips. Her shirt on the floor by the door. She almost stumbled but was caught by a smiling Helen.
