Colette and I arrived home late Wednesday afternoon from the airport. Colette was pretty tired, she had risen early for the conference each morning we were away, then again to catch the plane home. In addition, we'd stayed up late each of the three nights in Monterey spending time exploring each other's bodies. It was a fantastic trip, but both of us were feeling a bit worn.
We'd had a long talk the day before, as I knew we would, concerning my little threesome with Jen and Tammy. She understood I didn't do anything wrong really, she'd expressly told me even after getting involved that it was ok for me to date other girls, that I wasn't really bound to her in any formal way. She had just become so attached to me that she was a bit jealous. Understandable considering how close we were. In the end, I told her I wouldn't do anything like that again if it upset her. She told me to hold that thought for a while and give her a chance to talk with Jen about it. Colette being the mediator of the family, I agreed to let them deal with it and get back to me on what was ok and what wasn't moving forward. I really was madly in love with Colette. As much as I was also head over heels for Jen, I'd probably give up my romantic relationship with her in order to keep Colette happy.
Of course, as we arrived home and walked in the door, Jen didn't know any of this had gone on, she was just happy to see us.
"Hey, you two!" Jen called as we walked in. She rushed up and jumped on me, arms around my neck and legs around my waist, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips and holding on tightly.
"Hey, where's my greeting?" Colette asked, laughing at Jen's enthusiasm. Jen got that evil grin on her face and hopped back down to the floor. She took two quick steps and launched herself at Colette, intent on giving her the exact same treatment she'd given me.
Colette, of course, wasn't terribly interested in making out with her sister. She turned her face away, as she stumbled backward under Jen's weight, laughing as Jen's mouth missed her lips and ended up slobbering all over Colette's left cheek.
"Ok, ok, I give! Uncle!" Colette called out, trying to push Jen off of her.
"I'm just happy to see you," Jen said in her coy voice, stepping down to the floor, "You won't even give your little baby sister a little kiss?"
Colette, finally having managed to extract herself from Jen's death grip, reached her head over and kissed Jen on the forehead. "There you go, sweetie, it's good to see you, too."
We shared a good laugh, then I grabbed our bags and ran them upstairs to the bedrooms.
Jen had been expecting us and so had prepared a nice dinner for our arrival. The house smelled great and dinner tasted even better, grilled herbed chicken with salad and brown rice, even a plate of brownies and ice cream for dessert. We spent close to 2 hours, first eating dinner, then sitting around the table together talking about our trip, the conference, the aquarium, the great restaurants. The only thing left out, of course, was that we'd fallen crazy in love with each other and spent the last two evenings obsessing over each other. Jen probably wouldn't have minded talking about that part, in fact she'd probably have asked all the juicy details and relished in the story, but I knew Colette was not the type to regale our sister with stories of our sexual awakening during the trip, so I kept my lips sealed. I was pretty sure she'd find out soon enough.
It seemed so exciting to me. I had now opened up completely to Colette, even more so that I had with Jen. It was like living with the two closest friends imaginable, with benefits! As Colette and Jen sat on either side of the table continuing to talk about the conference, I started to wonder which one would it be tonight? Would I spend the night in Jen's bed? Would I spend it with Colette again? Maybe they'd both be tired of me and I'd spend an evening alone. I'd certainly get more sleep that way, and I did have to go to work in the morning.
I knew Colette was tired, and she proved it by begging off to bed early in the evening. I hung around the kitchen and helped Jen with the dinner dishes. Well, that answers one question, I thought. I definitely wouldn't be sleeping with Colette tonight, she'd be asleep before I made it anywhere near a bed.
In fact, with all the conversation and a delightfully full belly, I felt like I suddenly had more energy than I did earlier. Of course, I never had to get up in the morning like Colette did while we were gone.
Closing the dishwasher and turning it on, I noticed Jen bending over the kitchen table, wiping it down with a washcloth. Her tight, blue tank-top had run up and I could see the small of her back, nicely tanned as usual. I admired her ass as I watched it sway in her khaki shorts. What Jen lacked in breast size, she more than made up for with the rest of her toned swimmer's physique. I felt desire rising up in me as gazed at her shapely back side. It had been 3 days since I'd seen her, and even though I was certainly not lacking for sexual fulfillment while I was away, I never had any lack of drive at the testosterone crazed age of 18.
I quietly walked over to Jennifer as she faced away from me. I bent over and placed a wet kiss in the small of her back as my hands slid over her trim, bare waist. Jen stopped wiping the table and slowly stood up, still facing away from me. I ran my hands under her arms around her tummy as her own hands reached up and back to pull my head down to her neck. I stroked her flat, toned midsection as my tongue explored the skin below her right ear, Jen's hands stroking through my hair, a whispered moan escaping her mouth. The fingers of one hand found their way up Jen's tank-top, softly gripping one of her small breasts, her firm nipple pressing into my palm. I slid my other hand under the waistband of her shorts, gliding over her bare, shaved flesh, then pressing my palm firmly over her swelling mound. Her engorged lips were warm under my touch. My manhood was rising vigorously under my own shorts, straining up against her incredible ass through our clothes as she pressed back against me.
I turned Jen around and she pulled my head in close, kissing me in deep, hot breaths as I unbuttoned, then unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the ground at her bare feet. Jen's hands ran through my hair as I let my own shorts drop to the ground, her lips pressing into mine with passion. I pulled her in tightly against me, my hardened cock pressing firmly just above the waistband of her lacy blue panties.
Jen, overcome with a sudden desire, quickly pulled my briefs down followed by her own, ripped my shirt off, then dragged me over to the couch and pushed me back into a sitting position. Her face held a look of wanton abandon as she straddled my hips and guided my stiff member with her hand to the hot, slick entrance of her need. She wasted no time plunging herself down on top of me, as if she'd been ready for this all evening and finally got me where she wanted me. She laughed loudly with joy as she buried her hips deep into my own, finally getting what she'd been craving. I ripped at her shirt and pulled it off her head, then buried my face in her chest, licking and sucking ravenously at her large, stiff nipples. My hands grasping her perfectly shaped ass, feeling her muscles flexing as she plunged herself onto me.
Jen didn't pull back up, instead grinding her hips back and forth around my straining cock, pushing me in as far as she could. She pulled my head away from her chest and kissed me with abandon while flexing the muscles in her tight pussy, massaging the base of my cock as it became further and further buried in her most sacred place. I loved every second of it, which was good, because seconds was all we had left. Jennifer's primal drive had infected me as well, and with another couple of driving pushes of our hips together, she came in a colossal orgasm, yelling out "Yes! God Yes!" as her vaginal muscles quivered around my bursting cock.
Just seconds into her orgasm, I lost it as well, and with a heavy grunt, emptied myself deep inside her, pulling her hips down as hard as I could, trying to insert my very being into the nirvana of her body. The entire experience lasted only a moment. Jen slumped down and laid her head on my shoulder, momentarily spent from the intensity of our lovemaking. In the back of my head I heard footsteps on the stairs, but it didn't really register as I, too was recovering from the incredible release.
