It was Thursday evening when Ally and I shared a big hug in the concourse. "How was your flight," I enquired.
"Good," was all she offered. She looked a bit tired, so I figured that was why she was so quiet. I took her luggage and we headed to the car. My sister always looks very hot; she is built so much like my Mom but with fairer skin, somewhat skinnier, and light blond, cropped hair. That night, she sported a pixie cut with light brown streaks, her chopped tresses spiked with hair gel. She wore jeans with calf-high leather boots, and a woolen turtleneck, which made her tiny breasts indiscernible. I think she does that because she hates guys staring at what little boobs she does have. She probably would show them off a bit more, if it were a girl looking at her though.
I still fantasize about Ally, but since guys are taboo for her, I usually fill my sock with cum when I picture Meaghan letting me titty fuck her enormous breasts. Ally is so hot though, any guy would chase her, but she's been very clear since the age of 13 that she has no interest in boys at all. It also means that I can picture her face deep in her new friend, Jenna, even though we haven't met yet.
We've always been close, as close as any guy can get to her anyway, and we chatted a lot on our drive down the parkway. Ally told me how happy she is with Jenna, and asked me if Gina and I was still an item. When I told her she was at spring break all on her own, she did ask me if we were in an open relationship. I said that it's more of a 'don't ask, don't tell' kind of thing. It's not like we're married. I mentioned that Gina was due back on Monday so maybe we could grab some beers one night and catch up.
"What about you and Jenna?" I asked.
"We're tight. We do have some friends join us for sex, but we don't see anyone separately. We try to respect that each of us doesn't do anything sneaky, so as long as we are both good for it, we have been known to play with more than a few girls. "
"That's cool," I offered, " whatever floats your boat."
"So," she asked, "you two don't have anything kinky like Mom and Dad do?"
I sensed a fishing trip, so I played dumb. After all, I was totally clueless until only a week or so ago. "Kinky? I always thought Mom and Dad were pretty vanilla. What do you know?"
"Well, I think they may have the odd visitor over every so often," Ally confided.
"Really?" I enquired, "male or female?"
Her eyes widened as I awaited the answer. "Maybe both," she offered and giggled after.
"Wow, that's pretty hot. They've kept it on the down low as far as I've known. They had their friend, Jim, over last week, but it seemed pretty normal."
"So," she said, "you didn't answer my question."
"Oh," I really had forgotten the other part of her question, "Gina is pretty kinky, so she has brought a few friends over, to, uh, play a bit. So, I guess, yeah we are a bit on the freaky side too."
Before we knew it, the car was parked and I followed Ally into the house, dropping her luggage in the hallway. Dad got up from his chair in the front room, and was greeting her as I waited patiently. She gave Dad a requisite, but distant hug, avoiding any real body contact with him, and saved her excitement for when Mom entered from the kitchen.
"Mommy!" she exclaimed, extending her arms wide, to welcome Mom. The two kissed quickly and hugged for a long time, saying things to each other that were muffled by their embrace. Mom asked me to run Ally's luggage up to her room, and off I went. I whipped up the stairs and opened the door to her room. The bed was a bit messy so I straightened the top cover so it looked ready for her.
When I came back down, Dad was sat in his wingback chair once again, thumbing through various channels. The girls were in the kitchen, chatting over tea. I sat down with Dad, to give the girls time to talk, as I had my fair share with Ally in the car earlier.
Mom called from the kitchen, "Bill, are you still playing poker tomorrow night? Ally wants a car to go shopping."
"Yeah, I'm out of here at eight o'clock. I should be back around midnight."
"Okay then, she can have my car. Hey, Derek, are you going out to the bar tomorrow night with Ben?"
Mom told me not to make plans, so I figured this was part of her plan, so I followed her lead. "Yeah, that's the plan anyways. But I'll be walking there and back. I might be home late too. Why?'
"Just wondering," came her reply, "I guess I'll have the house to myself until Ally gets back." With plans firmly set, I figured I'd finish my night in my room, and said goodnight to everyone. Not long after, the others come upstairs as the creaking stair gave it away.
Friday morning, I heard the shower turn off and shortly after, a knock at my door. I was in boxers, so I opened it carefully, peeking between the door and the jamb. It was Mom, and she pushed her way inside, and closed the door behind her.
"Thanks for going along with me last night. I forgot to fill you in. So, Bill is going out around 8:00 and Ally is leaving for the mall just after 7:00. So, if you can bugger off somewhere until maybe 7:30, I'll fill you in on the details when you get home. Okay?"
"Sure. You're not going to give any hints?"
"And ruin your surprise? No sir!"
"Oh," I added, "by the way, Ally mentioned about you and Dad being kinky, but I played dumb. I mentioned Jim, but said it all seemed pretty normal."
"Okay, that's good to know," she said, turning toward the door. Mom slipped the door open enough to peek out and make sure nobody else would see her coming from my room, and crept back to her room. I then called Ben and he agreed to meet for a beer after supper, so all was good.
