Authors note: This is a continuation of a story written by Many Feathers. Please see his story page for Chapter One.
Standing in the kitchen, I was deep in thought about everything that had happened last night. After our little three-way session, when I gave Jack my horny look, Linda had suddenly withdrawn from us quite abruptly. She'd scampered off to her bedroom, saying she hadn't intended to stay up so late, and she really needed to get some rest. We couldn't even react, she'd disappeared so fast.
"Do you think it was too much for her?" Jack had asked with a worried frown. "You don't think we've taken it a step too far do you, showing her how you squirt and all?"
"I don't know, honey, I don't really think it's that at all. Actually, I think she's surprised herself. She may feel a little embarrassed right now, but I'm sure she'll be alright. I'll talk to her in the morning, don't worry about it my love." I grabbed his prick and pulled it towards my mouth. "Now shut up and let me suck you, baby, and then fuck me, hard!"
Well, Jack had done just that, had he ever, in every position possible! We'd been at it for hours! Smiling, I could feel my cunt getting all wet again just thinking about it. Jack was my dream lover, he turned me inside out every time we made love, and he knew it!
After Jack had left for work this morning, Linda entered the kitchen in her terrycloth robe, pulled around her so tight I was amazed she could even walk. Shyly she wished me good morning and watched me pour her a fresh mug of coffee. For a while we were both silent, and I studied her face with concern. Had Jack been right? Had it all been too much for my sister?
Suddenly Linda scraped her throat and put down her mug. "About last night..." she started, then fell silent again.
"Yes hon, what about it?" I asked carefully.
"Oh, I don't know, it was...I've never...You and Jack...and I...oh shit!" she said, and started crying.
Immediately I drew her into my embrace. It was like a dam had broken, Linda sobbed uncontrollably and my shoulder was wet with her tears. I let her cry. It hurt me to see her so upset, but I said nothing, I just held her, sheltering her, stroking her hair, while softly humming a soothing little melody our mother used to play for us on the piano when we were small children.
After some time, she calmed down, and just hugged me, and it took a while before I realized she was humming along with me. Gently I pulled back a little to look into her face.
"I'm sorry Kay!" she whispered, "I don't know what's come over me, it all became too much I guess. Thank you for letting me cry." She wiped her face with both hands.
"Hush silly, nothing to be sorry about. Glad to be here for you. You must have needed that!" I said, reaching across the table to grab a couple of tissues. Linda blew her nose and wiped her face, and looked at me.
"Aren't you going to ask?!" she finally said a little defiantly.
"Nope, I figure you'll tell me when you're ready. All I hope is that this wasn't caused by what Jack and I did last night"
"God, no, not at all!" Linda exclaimed. Then she thought, "Or, maybe it was, in a way. Maybe it was the catalyst I needed to let it all go. You two are so loving and so free with each other, Kay. Goodness, you talk about everything, even with me! Do you know how amazing that is? The way you tease and treasure each other; I had no idea that truly existed. You have no idea why my marriage failed, do you Kay?"
"Only what you and mom have told me, and that wasn't much" I got up to pour us some more coffee, and Linda started telling me all about her marriage to Harold, who at first had seemed the perfect husband, and about how, while they dated, they'd kissed and fondled, but had no sex before they got wed, because Harold said that wasn't proper, and how Linda had thought that was sweet and respectable.
I tried not to look stupefied, but she must have seen it in my face, for Linda shrugged and said, "I was in love, Kay! I didn't have much experience and he was sweet; he wooed me on every occasion. What can I say Sis? I'd never had a man make such a fuss over me, it felt great, I was flattered beyond belief. When he wanted to get married after six weeks, I thought he was as anxious to be with me as I was to be with him!"
On their wedding night he was too drunk to make love, squirting all over her before she even touched him. He'd been so embarrassed about that; they had been married for over a week before he even wanted to try again and they'd actually made love for the first time. It wasn't at all what she'd expected. Harold was not interested in giving her pleasure; fucking was merely a macho thing for him. She was supposed to lie still and open her legs, and that was all he ever wanted. When she asked for more, he called her perverse. Linda proceeded to tell me their marriage went downhill rapidly from there.
"In the end, he drove me mad. He is not the nice caring man he pretended to be, Kay. He's a controlling bully. When I didn't get pregnant, it got worse. In the end he told me he needed a woman who could give him a son. He doesn't need a wife; he needs a breeding sow, a housekeeper! That's when I knew I'd had enough and I filed for divorce. He said he was glad to be rid of me"
After Linda had left, looking for work and a new place to live, I sat at my kitchen table pondering over a mug of coffee, before leaving for work myself. Here Jack and I had been calling her a prude. I felt bad about misjudging her. No wonder she was shy and inhibited. She'd been taught by her husband that she wasn't pretty or desirable, that she was lewd and not worthwhile, and after a few years, she'd lost most of her self-esteem and started to believe him.
"We have to find a way to free my little sisters' spirit again!" I thought. "She's naughty enough when she's horny, she proved that to us last night! We've just got to show her how beautiful she is, how smart and loveable. She needs to be shown how much pleasure she deserves to get, and how much pleasure she can give. God, I could kill that man! I'm going to have a word with Jack about this!"
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That night, I was almost ready preparing dinner when I heard Jack's car pull up in the driveway. Grinning, I looked down my body. I was wearing nothing but a short orange apron that barely covered my large breasts and pussy, and had only a small bow in my neck and above my round naked ass. We loved to tease each other every chance we got, and I knew my husband would like my outfit!
"Kay, honey, you home?" Jack yelled from the hallway, hanging up his coat.
"In the kitchen, darling, my turn to cook today, remember?!" I yelled back, quickly straightening the apron one last time, and pretending to be really busy cutting tomatoes for our salad. I listened to his footsteps approaching, and then they stopped. I smiled inwardly when I heard Jack's sharp intake of breath, and his soft low whistle.
"Who's this brazen little wench in my wife's kitchen?" he demanded with a gruff voice. Then he laughed and bounded up the steps and embraced me from behind. "Fuck Kay, you look so fucking naughty I want to ravish you right here and now!"
"Then why don't you?" Rubbing my bare ass against the front of his trousers, I quickly turned off the stove, and reached behind me to pull him closer. His fingers had found my stiff nipples, and started pulling and twisting them, up and out, lifting and jiggling my breasts by their taut little peaks.
