Bri #3
This story can be read on its own, but reading the first two chapters to catch up on the characters might be beneficial. Hopefully everyone enjoys!
Our cozy little love nest has been working well for us. There really hasn't been any harsh words or animosity between any of us and at risk of sounding sappy, there has been such harmony in our house that it was sickening.
Most outsiders saw us as a happy go lucky couple who had a younger sister that tagged along. What they neglected to see was that sweet little Bri loved being, Kendra and Ryan Brown's personal incestuous sex doll and for most men from the age of eighteen to eighty would see what I had as a blessing.
In my world I was a millionaire, I was wealthy beyond my wildest dreams with beautiful women. My cup runneth over with pussy and tits. The world was my oyster, so what could go wrong? Well let me enlighten you as to what could go wrong. Imagine your perfect wife coming home one day and telling you that she would no longer be renewing her prescription for birth control. Simple enough, that event changed our lives.
Kendra made the revelation as casually as could be well chewing on a piece of meatloaf. It seems that the night before, she had a dream and investigated its meaning. Apparently, the writer of life altering, "Book of Dreams" told her in big bold "Times Roman" print that her biological clock was ticking.
I am no expert on having children, but I would have never dreamt, no pun intended, that being in your early to mid-twenties is considered as "running out of time" to bear the fruits of the loin. There was no argument to be had, Ken and I had talked about having children from the first day we married. I didn't have a problem with it, it was just a timing issue.
Oh yeah, there may be one other "little" problem that Kendra overlooked before she blurted out her intentions, her "little" sister. Our bizarre love triangle works, but it balances on a razors edge. The reason that we have had such success with it is that we are all equals. No one got the biggest piece of the pie. We share and share alike. Bri kept track, both mentally and in a notebook. Bri has always wanted everything that her older sister has and has never been afraid to say as much. So, I will tell you right goddamn now, if Kendra gets pregnant, Bri won't be too far behind.
All the not so subtle nuances of conniving girls filled my house. For the next few weeks, rooms that were filled with laughter and giggles would stop cold and become as quiet as a confessional when I entered. I knew their plan and it wasn't a secret. Hell, Kendra had told me what she wanted. What bothered me was how much it was going to change our way of life.
Sex with the two beautiful sisters became less and less regular. Our weekends of wild lovemaking became a thing of the past. Kendra was always tired in the evening and Bri made excuses during the day, but both kept me within sight so that I couldn't have any alone time. My testosterone levels were at an all-time high.
The fateful night snuck up on me like a lioness on a wounded gazelle. On one particular Friday, Kendra came home early and opened a bottle of wine for her and I. Bri appeared out of nowhere with an overnight bag in her hand and said she was off to Katie's, to binge watch The Walking Dead, and just like that, I was alone with my wife. My odds of getting laid had just dropped by 50%.
Supper was great, the conversation was good, and Kendra was beautiful, so overall it wasn't a bad night.
"Hey lover. I'm getting in the tub. Feel like joining me?" I had never refused this request in the past and wasn't about to start this evening.
"Oh yes I do. Let me grab another bottle of wine and I'll meet you up there."
Everything was perfect. I knew it. How could it not be? Soft music was barely audible over the running water. The tub was lined with dim white candles. Kendra had a freshly sugared vagina and silky-smooth legs. She had the best towels we owned out on a chair by the oversized jacuzzi tub and hidden away, almost out of sight was Ken's Basel body thermometer. She was ovulating and ready. My wife, like everything else she does, had planned this out to perfection and had eliminated most of the luck factor. In her mind, tonight would be the night that we conceive our first child.
Kendra sat between my legs and leaned back into me, causing her long blonde mane to entwine with the brown hairs on my chest. We took turns washing each other with her finest soaps and facecloths. My soapy hands cupped Ken's generous breasts and stroked her rock-hard nipples. It was all that it took. Kendra was ready to go. She wanted to get to the main event as fast as possible, but she was being cautious, trying not to let me in on her little secret.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, legs spread, I stared at the beauty of her vagina. Her hard, protruding clit and her thick, meaty labia were beckoning me to come forward and devour them.
I sucked and licked at Kendra's gash like a starving man. She was enjoying my work, but she could have done without the preliminary fights, her heart was in the main bout, the title fight. When I stuck a finger in, Kendra tilted her head back and whispered, "that's it baby, make me cum."
My hard cock was pointed down into the tub water like the keel of a boat. I sped up the movement of my finger, sucked her clit between my lips, flicked it with my tongue and sent her rocketing off into space.
When Ken eased back into the water, she kept her head tilted back and said, "holy shit that felt good."
Wrapped in luxurious towels, we headed to our bed. Like the tub, it was also ready to go. The pillows and Egyptian cotton sheets had been turned down and spritzed with lavender and eucalyptus, while the night table lights had been covered with reddish silk scarfs to set the mood.
On her back, with legs gloriously spread open, my sexy wife beckoned me forward with her curled forefinger.
Tracing kisses up the length of her toned body from toe to neck, I found my final resting place, her full red lips. Kendra used her skilled hand to guide my shaft to her desired destination. With a firm steady push, it found its way home. Kendra's fleshy wetness surrounded me and pulled me deeper into its safe haven.
Unlike many of our recent Friday nights in this bed where we had had wild sex, tonight was completely different and we both knew it. Tonight, we were husband and wife, making love. With slow deep meaningful thrusts, I plunged into the depth of Kendra's pussy and it felt fantastic.
Her long fingers raked and pulled at my hair as I continued pumping in and out. Kendra knew me, she knew the exact moment that I would come. She could sense it. She had prepared for this event. Her arms across my back, fingers twirled into my hair, the calves of her legs pulling me deeper, her lips mashed hard onto to mine, she locked eyes with me and held me tight as I filled her with a huge load of my fertile seed.
"Ryan, I love you so much."
"I love you too baby." Before I could say much more, Ken had pushed me off and used my pillow to prop up her ass. There was no longer any pretense to what the game plan was.
"Do you think you need that?"
"Probably not, but I'm taking any chances." She smiled when she noticed that I wasn't upset with her actions.
"I'm going to stay like this for 30 minutes, so if you get me what I hope is my last glass of wine for the next year, I'll suck your dick and we can do this all over again. What d'ya say?"
