Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. All names are fictional.
I just walked into the house from work one Friday afternoon and Marlene was already busy in the kitchen planning dinner. I did what I always did when I arrived home from work; I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately then began to grope her sweet ass. Usually that was enough to get her attention and interest in a little playful foreplay which usually led to a kitchen quickie before dinner. Today was different; the kiss was short but sweet as she pushed me back.
"I'm sorry but I need your help with dinner. Debbie called to tell me she is coming down for the night and wants us to take her to the air port tomorrow. She is going to fly up to New Orleans to see Jimmy when he gets back from the oil rig."
Debbie was Marlene's sister-in-law who lived about an hour north of Tampa. Jimmy, Marlene's younger brother had married Debbie two years earlier when it was discovered that she had gotten knocked up just before her high school graduation. Both families agreed on a shotgun wedding right after graduation and concocted a story to cover the fact that a seven pound, ten ounce boy was born only seven months after the wedding.
Several months after the wedding, Jimmy quit the family business and went work on an oil rig in the Gulf, mostly to get him away from a marriage he did not want and responsibilities he could not handle. Debbie remained at home close to both families for support and help with the baby. Both families made sure Jimmy sent support money home to take care of the mother and baby.
We had dinner ready by the time Debbie arrived and it only took a few minutes to get her settled into our guest room before we sat down to eat. At dinner I kept the wine glasses filled and Marlene got Debbie talking about her trip to New Orleans.
"I have decided to tell Jimmy that he can either start acting like a husband and a father or I will file for a divorce." She stated with watery eyes.
Marlene replied, "Good for you but I hope you are prepared for the worst. I love my brother but he really does not have the maturity to be a dependable husband or father. You need to start looking out for yourself and your baby."
The girls continued to talk while I cleared the table and put dishes in the dish washer. By the time I refilled the wine glasses again and sat back down the conversation had turned to more adult content; Marlene started asking about their sex life.
Debbie answered with, "We don't have one. When we started dating all he could think of was screwing me but after I got pregnant he didn't want anything to do with me. I gave him my virginity on my eighteenth birthday. I just don't understand it."
Marlene, trying to lighten up the conversation, "Well that was certainly a nice birthday present for him. Things will work out for the better I'm sure."
I decided to interject my wisdom, "That's easy, when you were a hot young girl he wanted to screw but when you became the mother of his son it didn't seem right. He lacks the maturity to understand that a hot young girl can be a hot mother too. He probably thinks his mother doesn't screw either."
Marlene chuckled and blamed me for reading the Penthouse Forum to much.
Debbie laughed and asked, "You really think I'm hot?"
Marlene: "Debbie you haven't paid attention to all the looks you get when we go to the lake. You will be a real catch for someone, hopefully someone more mature than my brother. Of course it wouldn't hurt to test the waters some before you find Mr. Right."
"I've been on the pill for a while but I have not told Jimmy. I have thought lately that I might try "it" again-if I get any offers."
I had to throw in my two cents, "Of course I think you are hot Debbie and you will get offers mark my word on that. As a matter of fact you have a standing offer from me."
She glanced at Marlene who gave her a smile and said, "I would be happy to share with my sister-in-law."
Debbie was hot! She was the physical opposite of Marlene; she was almost a head shorter with a nice cup size larger chest than her taller sister-in-law. She was a very pretty, almost a blond, girl with a great body. She had been a cheerleader and a good student in school but being an only child of older, doting parents she lacked the life skills necessary to give her confidence and independence but she had held onto her virginity until her eighteenth birthday. Jimmy had been her first lover and she got knocked up in the seat of his pickup truck the second time she had sex.
We often attended the high school basketball games to see Jimmy play, or rather sit on the bench, and watch Debbie cheer. She was very energetic, sensuous, and athletic in her moves; her body was firm and shapely. Marlene and I agreed that it was rather erotic to watch her cheering routine.
After more prying and wine Marlene got her to admit that she had almost no sexual experience except for the night one of the players felt her up at a party. She was clearly embarrassed to admit that she had "gotten off" from the experience. She also added that she used to "cut up" with the cheerleaders at their slumber parties. Marlene was really enjoying the conversation and I was certain she really wanted to get it more sexual.
When she asked Debbie if she masturbated Marlene had to first assure her that we even masturbated at times; she finally admitted that she did masturbate several times a week.
Debbie asked, "Why do you masturbate if you can have sex any time you want?"
I spoke up, "Because it's fun. I love to watch Marlene pleasure herself, especially when we are riding in the car. Also, we masturbate when are apart during my two weeks annual training for the Army Reserves."
Marlene added, "I like to see Will with his hand wrapped around his cock and see his semen shoot out all over my breasts."
Marlene spoke up, "Tell us about your experiences 'cutting up' with your cheerleading friends at their slumber parties."
Debbie, her face and chest completely flushed, chuckled, "Oh we just acted silly and pretended to be dating our boyfriends trying to feel us up. You know petting or trying to get in our pants."
Marlene asked, "So the girls playing the boyfriend actually got into your panties?"
"Well sometimes, some of the girls really got into it but I usually didn't go that far. I didn't mind the petting through my clothes but I didn't want them to know I was a virgin-I didn't want them to make fun of me. Some of the girls would even get on top of other girls and go through the motions like they were screwing." Debbie giggled again; there was no doubt that she was a bit tipsy.
"I really should have been a cheerleader. I would probably have been one of the girls that really got into it." Marlene patted my hand and giggled.
We split the remainder of the wine three ways then decided we should get to bed so we could get up early to get to the airport. Marlene showed Debbie to the guest bedroom and showed her where everything was located while I took my shower and got ready for bed. I could hear distant rumblings of thunder as I dropped my boxers to the floor and crawled under the sheet of our large four poster, king sized bed.