I recently mistakenly uploaded a file under the title of 'The Bigger Bed' which was actually already published under the title of 'Family Values'. This is the correct story. My apologies for any confusion.
Please note that this story contains scenes of incest. If that bothers you stop here.
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Here I am, lying in bed. My gorgeous wife, Anna, whom I love to distraction, lies beside me. We made love a few minutes ago; she orgasmed spectacularly and is now quietly lying naked beside me. Her right hand is cupping my flaccid cock and balls. Some might see this as a possessive act, but I can live with it as it feels so good. She'll probably fall asleep now. With my left hand I'm gently stroking her cunt; not to try and arouse her again, but to lead her gently out of arousal. She likes to be relaxed this way after sex.
With my right hand I'm caressing the cunt of her sister Abigail who is also lying naked beside me. We also had sex earlier. Note that I write "had sex" not "made love". There's a difference. I'm not trying to send her to sleep, though. I think there might be another fuck there yet. I trace around her cunt lips pressing slightly. She doesn't push me away, and her breathing gets a little shorter. This is promising.
On my left side, Anna rolls over letting go of my genitalia. Her breathing tells me she's almost asleep already. I roll slightly towards Abi, making my caresses a little more urgent. Her legs spread apart a little more. I slip a finger of my left hand into her vagina; she gasps quietly. I'm in, I think. After a few minutes with another finger inside her, and my right hand working her clit, she sighs and spreads her legs even wider. I quietly climb on top.
"Pervert," she whispers as she nibbles my ear. It's an old taunt, reduced by now to affectionate banter. Her arms go round my neck, and her legs circle my waist as I slip my cock easily inside her. I know that she won't come fully again, but she has little shivery mini-orgasms as I very gently, so as not to disturb Anna, fuck her. I last a long time, as I've already come twice. We kiss, nibble, lick and stroke each other almost silently. It's lovely; a complete contrast to the hard, noisy rambunctious sex we all had earlier. I come eventually. After a few quiet minutes I roll off her, whispering "Love you" as I do. She whispers back, "Fuck off pervert". She says it but she says it lovingly.
I roll over to spoon Anna who moves slightly in her sleep to accommodate me. My messy cock presses against her gorgeous, round bum. To my surprise, Abi doesn't climb out of bed to sleep in her own room; she spoons me. I can feel her firm tits against my back. Her right leg crosses over mine and her arm wraps around me. This is new. I like it. "We'll have to buy a bigger bed", I think as I drift off.
This is my life. I live with two beautiful sexy sisters. I have as much sex as I can stand. We have fun.
I actually met Abi first, two years previously. I am a freelance software engineer. That title covers a lot. I do everything from software design to micro-programming. My particular forte is identifying and fixing bugs in other people's software. It pays well. I usually work from home, but I was offered a job by a major bank, which, for security reasons meant I had to be on their premises to work. That meant nine-to-five hours, a suit and tie; all the stuff I hate. But it paid so well I would have been stupid to refuse. It would also enhance my reputation enormously if I sorted their problem.
On the first day, at lunchtime, I found myself in the staff restaurant (they still have one of those!) with a group of guys I was working with. I try not to get too friendly with regular employees, because I often have to call out their mistakes, which isn't usually good for their careers, but I needed to get lots of background info, so I was having a break with them.
We were joined by another group from the legal department. Abi was one of those. Gorgeous does not do her justice. Devastatingly sexy is better. Dark intelligent eyes, black hair just to her shoulders, full lips, perfect teeth. Even in her work clothes it was obvious that she had a beautiful body. Her tits weren't huge, but they looked shapely. I noticed she had a nice, round, protuberant bum, set against a very narrow waist. I was intrigued. I am very keen on sex. I have a big cock, which rises frequently. I can easily have sex twice a day every day. And by have sex I mean a session not just a single fuck.
I've never had much trouble attracting women, but keeping them is another matter. Most women don't want as much sex as I do. The first couple of weeks, yes, they can keep up, but usually then they want it to tail off a little. I've never had a successful long-term relationship, so years ago I adopted a policy of only having casual non-exclusive relationships. I never lie to women. I tell them up front that I'm not interested in anything but sex and fun, and that I'll see other women. It works well for me, though I've always had a hankering for more than that.
Abi seemed to me to be a possible fuck. I had no wish to intervene in a relationship if she was in one, so I sat next to her when a seat became available and introduced myself. I did not hit on her, it was merely an introduction. She answered off-handedly,
"I'm Abi. So what do you do in this wonderful organisation then, John?"
When I told her she said with a glare and a contemptuous curl of her lip,
"Another fucking nerd? Jesus, I've had enough of nerds."
Her slight Irish accent, which would usually soften such a comment, somehow made it seem worse. It was a challenge, I thought. I was supposed to defend myself or retaliate in some way. I couldn't be arsed. I had no reason to prove myself to her, so I looked her straight in the eye and said,
"Ok. I'll fuck off then."
And I did. I went to the counter for a coffee where Dave, one of the IT team, was already waiting.
"Don't mind Abi," he said, "she's a notorious bitch. Very good at her job and reputedly very hot in bed, if you can get her there. Most of us have tried and been put off by her bad temper."
I shrugged. "She's good-looking alright, but I can't really be bothered to go through some kind of game just to fuck her. I'll pass."
He laughed and we talked shop for a while. He seemed to know his stuff. I liked him straight away and hoped it wasn't him who'd fucked up the software.
As everyone was beginning to leave Abi appeared beside me. She barely reached my shoulder, but still managed to look down her nose at me.
"Did I frighten you away, little man?" (I'm six feet two and fifteen stone. I work out.)
I looked at her.
"If it pleases you to think that, Ok. But really, it's just that life is too short to bother with rude self-absorbed assholes."
She looked like thunder.
"Fuck you, nerdy boy."
"There's no chance of that," I said and walked off.
The job proved very challenging. It took four months in total, but the outcome was good. I covered myself in glory because I found the fault. It was a schoolboy error in the micro-code in some embedded software in a sub-processor which had been bought in. So no-one had to carry the can.
I saw Abi every day in the restaurant. She glowered at me and spat a few insults from time to time, but I didn't respond. I was shagging two waitresses from the coffee shop I used near my flat, so I had no need to cultivate her.
Someone organised a piss-up to celebrate 'our' success. I don't usually bother with such things, but Dave persuaded me. He'd actually been very useful to me, so I owed him.
"Don't worry, Abi won't be there," he said.
Surprised by the remark, I said,
"As if I care."
"Oh come on, John. I see the way you look at her. If she was more amenable you'd be all over her. Admit it."
"Well, yes, sure. If she was more amenable, but she's a cantankerous cow, so I shan't bother."
Most of them were fairly well-oiled when I arrived at the pub at about 8:30. I don't drink much, and I'd wanted a good meal, so I hadn't gone straight from work. I found Dave at the bar. He offered me a drink as part of the round he was buying. I accepted, standing back a little from the crowd. In the corner I caught sight of Abi. I groaned inwardly. But then I noticed a mole on her upper lip. One of those that enhances rather than detracts from a woman's attractiveness. She stood up at that moment. She'd become taller and broader, her tits and bum had got bigger. Dave appeared with my drink.
"Who's that in the corner, Dave?"
He laughed. "That's Anna, Abi's sister. Bet she gave you a shock for a moment, eh? She's a much different proposition. She has a lovely nature, sunny and always open. Doesn't sleep around though. Long-term or nothing with Anna. Come on I'll introduce you."
He was right. She was a delightful woman. Bigger than her sister, but slender and sexy in a slightly different, more subtle way. She was friendly, witty, intelligent, well-read and well-informed. I liked her very much, straight away. Her accent was more pronounced and softer than her sister's. I didn't hit on her , though. She didn't encourage it somehow. She wasn't shy or prudish, yet I didn't feel I could take her home and shag her just like that. At the end of the evening I asked for her phone number. She gave it with a smile.
I called her two days later, a Thursday, and asked her out for a drink. When she accepted I felt a glow of pleasure, just because I was going to see her again.
I arrived at the chosen bar early, finding us a good table. She arrived on time looking fabulous in a simple white blouse and tight jeans. Not fuck-me clothes I noticed, but they did show off her large tits and bum nicely. She was bigger all round than her sister, but easily in proportion to her extra height. I felt a stir of desire, but I understood that to act too quickly wouldn't work.
"So you're the wonder boy of the moment then? All the IT guys are greatly relieved, I can tell you."
I shrugged.
"I'm experienced and good at my job, that's all."
She hesitated for a moment, then said,
"The guys tell me that Abi gave you a rough time. I'm sorry for that. She lets me down at times."
Taken aback, I was lost for words for a few seconds.
"Well, I don't know why you're apologising. You're not your sister's keeper. There's no need anyway. Abi was a bit sharp, it's true, but I'm a big boy. I can cope."
"Ok. That's good, then. Perhaps I was a little..er, over-reactive, but I've seen her really upset well-meaning people at times. I've had to apologise on her behalf before."
"You look out for her then?"
"I guess. I'm actually younger than her, by fourteen months, but I seem to always be the responsible one. But I love her dearly, you know. We're very close."
"You're lucky to have family. I lost all mine."
"Really? Oh, that's so sad."
"It was a long time ago."
