Ellie And Donna

This story is loosely based on a rumor that was going around the neighborhood some years back. I casually knew the people involved and while I have doubts about what actually happened it did fuel a fantasy or two so I let my perverted imagination run wild and wrote it down. The usual disclaimers apply, everyone having sex is over eighteen and names are changed blah, blah, blah. Lastly, I've lived in and around Chicago most of my life and I write like I talk. So those of you that are sticklers for 'Proper English' may shake your head at some of the shit that flies out of my brain.

It was Saturday night and we'd been out on the town earlier and had met up with some friends at our favorite watering hole for drinks and a few games of darts. The girls did a little dancing and the guys enjoyed watching them. The place was packed and Donna and I made a game of pointing out this girl or that guy and saying things to each other like "I'd love to watch her go down on you." And she would come back with "Only if I get to fuck that stud she's with, did you see the bulge in his jeans?" It was a sexy game we played in crowded bars where the noise from the music and the patrons was loud enough that no one would hear us. We would get pretty worked up and would end up in bed for a buzzed fuck before we went to sleep.

That's exactly what we were doing when I looked up at her from between her legs as I was eating her very wet and fragrant pussy and said "Instead of threesomes what do you think about seeing other people separately?" I had my eye on a girl from work who lived a half hour away in the next suburb over. She made it clear she was down to fuck if I was.

"Ok." My wife of eleven years said. "C'mere" She said and held out her arms. I knew what she wanted and rubbed my face deep into her cunt before moving up to make out with her. She loved licking her juices off of my face. We made out and then she licked my chin and cheeks until it was gone.

"Get on your back." She ordered. I complied, putty in her hands at this point and I let her direct the action. She slowly swung her leg over me, reached down to line my cock up and eased herself down. She was wet enough to take my cock all the way inside of her pussy in one motion. She sighed and wiggled a little from side to side to get comfortable.

"That's it? No discussion? Just...ok." I was stunned. We'd talked about opening our marriage before, but never in a serious way. Always at times like this, during hot sex where we'd fantasize out loud about a guy or girl from a party or some other event we were at. We've had a few threesomes but have never fucked anyone without the other one there.

"Yup. Ok." She said as she started moving her hips slowly back and forth. "That is as long as I get to fuck someone too."

"Well, that's what an open marriage is, right? We'll have to go over some details about when and where and all that first." I started thrusting my hips up to match her rhythm. She was squeezing on the way up so I knew to thrust the way she liked it to hit her G-spot. After thirteen years together and being married eleven of those we had this figured out.

"You have anybody in mind?" I asked as she picked up the pace, rolling her hips in a steady rhythm. She was getting close and starting to pant. I looked up at her beautiful face, eyes screwed shut in concentration as she brought herself to the edge. She opened her eyes and her mouth at the same time and I grabbed both of her hard nipples and squeezed. She came hard, staring into my eyes with her mouth open in a silent scream as the waves rolled over her. I watched her twitch and jerk again and again as the pleasure coursed through her body. Her lips curled into a half smile as she collapsed onto my chest, her head on my shoulder as she gasped for air.

"I'll take that as a yes." I laughed. She giggled and rolled off me onto her back and spread her long legs wide. She ran her right hand down to her wet pussy and stuck three fingers in and moved them around before bringing them to her face and inhaling the musky scent and then stuck them into her mouth so she could get all the creamy grool off of them. It was something we both loved to do, taste her amazing pussy especially after she cums. We joke with each other that what started off as a one night stand turned into our fantastic relationship largely due to her scent and taste. I was hooked immediately and kept coming back. Over time I somehow talked this goddess into marrying me.

"I've always thought your brother was hot." She whispered and covered her face with both hands. I moved between her legs and sunk my still hard cock back into her pussy and started slowly fucking her again. She moved her hands away from her face and said "Is that bad?"

I looked into her eyes and saw a mixture of lust and trepidation. My brother was two years younger and lived thirteen hundred miles away. We hardly ever saw him. While we have roleplayed and fantasized about people we knew this was the first time either one of us has brought up a family member. My cock got a little harder right then.

"Really Donna? My brother? Is that who you were just thinking about when you got off?" I buried myself deep and held there while I looked down at her.

"Don't be mad Rick, it was just thoughts. I'd never act on them."

"But that's what we're doing here honey, talking about acting on them." I resumed my stroking, enjoying the velvety smooth walls of her cunt. Without breaking stride I said "It's ok. I actually think it's kind of hot to think about, but I wasn't thinking about family. I don't want any drama." I started fucking her harder now, strangely more excited now that we were talking about this taboo topic.

"We just need whoever we pick to be able to keep a secret, then there's no drama." She wrapped her long legs around my calves and started fucking me back. When she raised her head a little looking for a kiss I brought my mouth down and jammed my tongue in to wrestle with hers. We made out as we rocked back and forth but ended up bumping our teeth together and broke it off with a laugh.

I kept up the pace and I said "It's not fair though, you don't have a sister I could fuck." She was making me feel real good now, squeezing me with her cunt while licking and sucking on my neck. We were going at it, fucking our brains out and loving every second of it. I could feel my orgasm getting closer. Our bodies smelled of sweat and the air was full of our musk as we worked each other for all we could get.

She leaned her head up and whispered in my ear "But you do Rick, you could fuck your sister." That was all it took, I exploded right away spewing rope after rope of my thick cum into my wife's pussy. This triggered another one for her and we both savored the moment. It was rare that we got off at the same time and it was special when it happened. We looked into each other's eyes for a long moment as I came down from one of the best orgasms I've had in a while.

When I caught my breath I said "You've really put some thought into this huh?"

"I've fantasized, yeah. You know I've always thought incest was hot. Tell me you haven't thought about fucking your sister."

"Of course I have, have you seen her? But where is this coming from? Are you seriously thinking about fucking my family or is this just going to be our next roleplay?" I pulled out of her and grabbed the towel we kept handy and motioned for her to lift her butt so I could get it under her. I then leaned down and scooped out a little bit of our combined cum with my tongue and crawled up to her waiting mouth and kissed her softly, sharing our mixture with her. We made out for a bit, savoring the taste and smell.

"I started reading these stories online a couple years ago and I see this incest stuff everywhere. It makes me wet just thinking about it and I'm wishing I wasn't an only child right now."

I lay down next to her and she snuggled in on my right side with her head on my chest and her right leg thrown over my thigh, her wet pussy pressing into me. I let out a huge sigh and kissed the top of her head. She gave me a big squeeze in return. We stayed silent for a couple minutes, collecting our thoughts.

She broke the silence and lifted her head to look at me and said "I think your sister's hot too, and I think she would fuck me under the right circumstances. Whenever we go shopping she gets real flirty in the changing rooms. Last week when we were trying on outfits she pulled on the hair under my bellybutton and said 'I'll bet this trail really does end up in a happy place.' Her hand lingered for a second then she looked me in the eyes and smiled before she turned around and tried her top on. It got me thinking about her in a most unsisterly way."

"Yeah but that's Ellie, she's always been touchy-feely with people she likes."

"Oh this was way more than that Rick" She said seriously. "The way she looked at me this time left me with no doubt about what she was thinking. We acted normal the rest of the day but I soaked my panties that afternoon just thinking about it."

My sister Ellie is eighteen months older than me and a walking wet dream. She's a slim five three with long brunette hair, big doe-like brown eyes and a pair of dimples that appear every time she flashes those pearly whites. Her ass is something I love to sneak looks at and her boobs look perfect on her frame at a thirty four C and her dress size is a six. I know this because I dug through her hamper the last time I was in her house alone to change the faucet in the kitchen. I also know her panties smell fantastic and that was far from the first time I've stuck my nose in a pair of hers, having indulged in that when we were both living under the same roof.

She had her daughter while still in college, married and divorced the father within a year and he became a textbook deadbeat Dad that hasn't been heard from since. She stuck it out and got her degree with help from our parents and at thirty four has worked her way up the ladder and is doing well at the accounting firm she works at. My fourteen year old niece Miranda is a great kid that I'm very proud of.

I said "So you want this to happen, you and her?" She pushed herself up and sat cross-legged off to my side. I sat up and leaned back against the headboard.

We locked eyes for about five seconds before she quietly said "I think I do but only if you're ok with it. I haven't had a girl since our vacation last year and I'm getting that itch again. I think I'd like her to scratch it." She looked down and picked at something non-existent on the bedspread and without looking back up she said "Maybe we could have a threesome some time...if you want."

I thought for about a minute and answered. "I was trying to figure out a way to fuck Cindy from work and somehow you turned this into some wild incest threesome. Not that I'm complaining." Her head snapped up and she smiled widely.

"Cindy? Isn't she the blonde with the legs that go up to her neck?"

"Yeah, she's been throwing signals my way. It got me wondering about a hook-up with her. I've overheard her being vocal about not liking girls so it can't be a threesome."

"Shit, that's too bad, I'd like a piece of that. Go for it dude, I like her. She seems like good people, she's smart and funny. We can test the waters of an open relationship with her, see if we're cut out for this."

"Ok, I'll talk to her next week and try and work something out. What about you honey, do you have someone you want to fuck?"

She looked at me and said, "I wasn't kidding, I'm going after your sister." She moved over to lie down on her side of the bed and pulled the blanket over us. "Let's sleep on it, it's one thirty on the morning and I'm tired."

Due to being still buzzed and sexually satisfied we fell asleep with me being the big spoon and my last thoughts were "What a lucky fuck I am."

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I woke up before her and watched her sleep for a few minutes. Even after thirteen years I'm still struck by her beauty. She looks so serene and pretty while asleep, I swear she sleeps with a slight grin. Donna is a blue-eyed beauty with a Mediterranean complexion and a head of thick black hair, currently shoulder length. Standing at five feet seven she's a perfect match for my five feet nine.

Due to her heritage she's particularly hairy. Hirsute to the point of keeping a shaved pussy is a lot of work so she keeps it trimmed and only shaves it for a special surprise and I love it that way. I love the way the hair holds the scent for me to enjoy after a long day. She loves that she can be natural. I briefly thought about waking her up with some head but decided to let her sleep. I love morning pussy after a night of sex, the taste is wonderful.

Instead I made coffee and got some cinnamon rolls ready to pop in the oven when she got up, it's kind of a thing for us on Sunday mornings. I sat down with a cup and my phone and absentmindedly scrolled for a bit but my mind kept going back to the conversation last night about my sister. It surprised me that she broached the subject with such ease, even if there was some alcohol involved. But my sister? Never in a million years would I have thought that would fly out of her mouth.

Now, had I ever thought about fucking my sister? Absolutely, every time I see her I wonder what she would feel like, what she would taste like. I've felt that way for a long time, she's such a knockout I think almost every guy and more than a few women wonder the same thing when they set eyes on her. There was a time after I graduated high school she would come home from college and tell me stories about the parties and hook-ups going on. I listened to her with rapt attention all the while secretly wishing it was me instead of some random guy receiving her attentions.

Despite my feelings and slightly less than honorable dirty laundry habits I have never once said or done anything inappropriate. Ellie has no clue I crush on her and we have the normal sibling relationship that thirtysomething siblings have. We see each other quite a bit because we live in the same neighborhood and Donna and I have been faithful supporters of our niece, going to the sporting events and dance recitals and purchasing whatever it is for the latest fundraiser. Mom and Dad are close enough that we are all together on holidays.

I heard Donna get out of bed and go into the bathroom and that was my cue to turn the oven on to warm up. I got her cup out of the cupboard and filled it, adding her mixture of just a little sugar and some hazelnut creamer. It was sitting there in her spot at the table when she walked in looking beautiful with her morning hair and short little robe.

"Good morning honey." She said and gave me a smooch before she sat down.

"Right back atchya." I said. "How ya feeling?"

"Just a little hangover. Not too bad though." I got up and got her two Tylenol and a bottle of water. She took them from me and said "Thanks."

After downing the Tylenol and gulping down some water she took a sip of coffee then looked at me.

"Before you ask, yes. I meant everything I said last night. Let's try this. We can make up the rules as we go except for this one thing, if at any time for any reason one of us says we stop then we stop. We talk about the problem without arguing. Ok?"

"Absolutely. Alright then, next time I run into Cindy I'll flirt back and see where it goes. What about you. Are going to what, just call Ellie and ask her?" We both laughed.

"No doofus, it's going to take a little more finesse than that. I don't really know yet. I'll do the same as you I guess, start flirting back and see where it goes. Why don't we have a cookout next weekend, get them over here and have a few drinks. You can go get Ellie and drive her home like the good brother you are, one less car to park." Parking on our street gets dicey on the weekends, our drive fits one car and we use the garage in back. One of the drawbacks of living in an old neighborhood, a small front yard but a big backyard.

I started laughing and said "Ok but it's going to cost you."

"Oh yeah? And what would the price for that be?"

I made a show of thinking then stood up and put the cinnamon rolls in the oven and set the timer. I walked over to her and took her hand, leading her to the sofa. I was going to get to eat my morning pussy after all.

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Monday morning was your typical back to the grind morning. Donna is an office manager downtown and takes the train every day so for an eight hour day she's gone for ten if everything is running on time. It would be twelve if she drove it with Chicago traffic.

I work at a small factory with thirty five CNC lathes and milling machines plus the other machines need to complete the parts we make. I sit in an office all day writing code and using the latest CAM software for the machines to make the parts. It pays well with quarterly bonuses that I put away for retirement. I started on the floor running machines and with some hard work and being in the right place at the right time I lucked into writing code full time.

Cindy works in the office with us in accounting. She's a whiz at what she does and the boss loves the way she keeps an eye on things to save money. Her desk is about twenty feet from mine, the way her cubicle is set up if she leans back in her chair she can look to her left and see me at my desk. She's been doing just that a lot lately, leaning back and interlacing her fingers behind her head and stretching. This afforded a great view of most of her slim body and especially those perky breasts.

We dress business casual in the office, or "Up front" as it's known by the employees. There are only six of us up here and we all get along great. The boss has an office down the hall so it's a pretty lax atmosphere. Today Cindy was wearing a simple dress that came down to her knees and was snug on top showing off her tits. The first time she leaned back and did her thing she caught me staring and smiled widely while putting a little extra arch in her back. I returned the smile and after looking at her for a couple seconds I motioned with my head towards the breakroom, grabbed my coffee mug and walked over there.

She followed me and stood right next to me as I stirred some sugar into my coffee, our shoulders touching. I could smell her light perfume or maybe it was her body wash, it didn't matter to me she smelled wonderful and I told her so.

"Why thank you." She said. "I don't know if I've ever had a man compliment me on my smell before."

"Well you're hanging out with the wrong men then. I just love the scent of a woman."

She giggled as she finished pouring her coffee then looked up at me and said "There's a big difference between smell and scent Rick. Do you know the difference?"

"In a general sense yes, but I think when it comes to you specifically I may need to perform a closer inspection to find out where one leaves off and the other starts." This earned me a playful shoulder to shoulder shove and a wide smile.

"Oh really...well why don't you come out for a couple drinks after work Wednesday and we'll talk about this 'inspection' you speak of." The ladies in the office had a standing thing of going for happy hour on Wednesdays at a bar around the corner.

"Ok, I'll be there but I can't stay long."

"What, you have to get home to your wife before she gets mad?"

I didn't miss a beat when I said "No, I have to get home and tell her all about it. She wants details you know."

I left her there opened mouthed as I grinned all the way back to my desk. The rest of the day was busy and we shared a few sly smiles as we slogged through our work.

At home that night I filled Donna in on my progress with Cindy and told her about the drinks on Wednesday.