RANI'S DAY
I woke up a few minutes after 7, almost face-to-face with Missy. My breasts were mashed against her chest and I had the weird thought that it was a good thing she's so flat, or there's no way three of us could ever fit in the one bed.
Behind her, Rick was contentedly spooning her.
I peeled back the sheet covering her, and she slowly woke up. "Come on," I said, "it's past 7. You need to get out of here before anybody wakes up, and get yourself together for work."
"I might not go in today. I have vacation days to burn off."
I handed her her t-shirt, and rummaged around in my drawer for a pair of shorts she could borrow, since she'd left hers in the den. "Whatever," I said as she was dressing, "just get your ass out of here."
"Oh, and you might want to take care of Rick," she said, hiking the shorts as high as she could over her non-existent hips. "He was trying to poke through my panties in his sleep -- again -- and it would be a waste to leave his dick in that condition."
I gave her a quick kiss and said "Out!"
When I glanced out the window and saw she'd made it safely out of the house, I slipped out of my own panties, pulled the sheet all the way back, and... took care of Rick. He woke up almost immediately, of course, just about as happily as anybody can wake up.
#
A couple of hours later we were driving upstate to see a traveling museum exhibit. I had Steve and Susan in my backseat, while Gail and Vicki were making the trip in Missy's car.
Once we were on our way, I said "I hope you weren't too freaked out by the Conways last night. They're... the Conways. Sometimes they can't get enough of one another, sometimes I expect to hear that one of them murdered the other one. At least once a week, Missy sleeps at our place, just to get some space from Mark."
I could see in the rear-view mirror that something was going through Susan's head. Then she said, absently, "I didn't see her when I passed through the den this morning."
Then before she could put the pieces together, I added "And in case you're wondering... back when all the kids were in summer camp, Missy and I used to sunbathe topless over at their pool. That's why it wasn't a big deal last night when Mark pulled Missy's shirt off. I'd have taken mine off during the movie too except, you know, Steve. He would have passed out from the shock."
"I would not," he said. "I mean, I don't want to look at my sister's breasts, obviously, but..."
"Oh please," I said, "I thought you'd freak out seeing me in my bra last night. It's fine, we all love you even if you are repressed. When you married Susan, and the minister told you to kiss the bride, I thought you'd give her a peck on the cheek."
"I think you'd be surprised," Susan said, defending her husband. She grabbed his hand and placed it on one of her breasts.
"That's a start, hun," I said, "but do you always have to put his hand there yourself?" Yes, I was teasing them: but driving is boring, and I was still a little bit wound up from the wake-up call I'd given Rick -- and, truth be told, the thought of him almost dry-humping Missy in his sleep.
Let's face it, even if there's no sex involved -- not really, anyway -- there's something about sleeping with two other naked or near-naked people...
Susan took her own hand away and left Steve's in place. After a while he began moving his hand a bit, same as she was the night before.
"That's a start," I said. "Okay, I might as well tell you... when the four of us are watching a movie like last night's, we've been known to get a little naughty. Sometimes by the end of the film our shirts are on the floor and our husbands really getting handsy."
"Well, I'm not whipping off my shirt in the middle of the highway."
"Oh," I pounced, "you mean you will if we have another movie night tonight? It's a deal, I'll pick up a movie for tonight."
"For God's sake," Susan said. She pushed Steve's hand away for a moment, then reached under her the back of her shirt, unclasped her bra, and threaded it out through her left sleeve. "Good enough for you?" I noticed Steve moved his hand back to her breast without any guidance. And began stroking her.
"And last weekend," I said, "when Cathy was with you... well, maybe I shouldn't tell you this..."
"Go ahead," Susan said.
"Remember, we had that hot spell, you had it too I think, and as soon as Missy and Mark got here, Missy said 'I'm sure the guys are going to get our tops off as soon as the movie starts, but I've been melting all day. Mind if I get comfortable right now?' Which was new, because this was always only something we'd done in the Movie Theatre, with the lights dimmed, and only if we were watching a sexy movie where everybody was a bit turned on; but nobody had any problem with it, so she pulled off her shirt. It was a long t-shirt, and it turns out she had nothing underneath it but a tiny pair of panties. She said 'ah, much better,' lifting up her arms,
obviously
for effect. I bet you're sorry you missed that, Steve."
"I'd be lying if I said no."
"And so there were were, the four of us sitting in the kitchenette, eating pizza, Missy almost naked -- and eating her pizza very carefully, as you might guess."
"You kept your shirt on?" Susan asked, as Steve played more openly with her breasts. Her t-shirt was pretty thin, so it must have felt good.
"I did. But as soon as we got to the Movie Theatre, I took it off. Shirt and bra, before the movie even started. Steve, why don't you slip your hand under Susan's shirt? Then I'll tell you what happened next."
It took remarkably little persuasion, since it was something they both wanted. Steve's hand went under Susan's shirt, and I don't think either of them noticed that this pushed her shirt so far up, I could see almost her whole left breast and the bottom of the right one. I couldn't help noticing she had a nice, flat tummy. She must work out.
She drew in a breath as Steve touched her left breast, and I realized I'd almost forgotten what I was going to say (though maybe they were too busy to care anymore).
"By the time Rick and I were sitting, Mark had leaned down and had taken one of Missy's nipples in his mouth. I thought she might object, because this was a real escalation, but... well, Missy's a horny little thing. You probably already figured that out." Susan sighed loudly. I knew Steve had one hand on her breast -- I was catching the occasional glimpse of her nipple -- but his other hand could be just about anywhere. "Mark moved his hand down to Missy's tiny panties, we could see they were wet from a few feet away, and she started making little moaning noises." Like Susan was doing right now. "And then he slipped his hand inside her panties, and it was clear enough that he was finger-fucking her, and finally she came and she came loudly. That was so hot. We'd never seen or heard her cum before." Which was a lie. "Swear to God, I was tempted to just ask Rick to fuck me there and then, but I didn't have the guts. Nobody's ever seen us having sex before." Which was also a lie. "But who knows, maybe next time." Which could very well be true.
I realized neither my brother nor my sister-in-law had spoken to me in a while, and I looked into the rear-view mirror and Susan was gone. She was obviously stretched out on the back seat resting her head on Steve's lap. Was he playing with her breasts, possibly with her shirt pulled over her head? No way she'd be giving him a blow job in the back seat of my car, was there? I couldn't have corrupted them
that
badly so quickly.
I turned on the radio to give them some degree of privacy.
#
When we got out of the car at the museum, Susan's bra was back on. Make of that what you will.
#
I certainly can't say the trip was a total waste, but the museum exhibit, the work of a supposedly up-and-coming new artist, was a complete bore. All five of us had the same thought, and we unanimously decided to turn around and go back home.
We all stopped off for pizza when we got back to town -- Steve gave Susan a funny smile, glancing at her chest, as she picked up her slice, which fortunately the girls had no way of understanding -- and we all got home at the same time. Susan and Steve went down to the guest room for a nap, Vicki went back to her house, and Gail went upstairs to look for Cathy and Scott.
I noticed somebody had left the back door ajar, so I went over to close it. I noticed what looked like a strip of elastic on the grass near the back yard door, and I picked it up. Was this clothing? It could only be Cathy's if it was. I didn't know what bothered me more: that she'd been wearing something this insubstantial, or that she'd taken it off in the back yard.
