"Be careful what you wish for," Kaylee laughed, "you just might get it."
My sister in law was teasing me because I had muttered that I'd rather be going on vacation with her rather than her twin sister, my wife, Kellie. Things had not been going well in the marriage lately, and I found myself in the awkward position of crying more and more on my wife's twin's shoulder.
"That's because we both have time, because she's never home anymore," Kaylee explained. "We always were best friends as well as sisters. We used to share everything...well, except for you."
Kaylee blushed crimson. There had been one drunken night just after I had started dating Kellie when the three of us had been snuggled together on their couch. Kaylee had rented an erotic video, expecting us to go out. Our date had ended early, because the couple we were double dating had a horrid fight and had walked out half way through dinner. When Kellie and I had entered the apartment the sisters shared, there had been lots of frantic movement as Kaylee had rearranged herself. Kellie and I later had a good giggle over speculating whether Kaylee had gotten her panties back on or had just shoved them under the couch.
"Too bad she found me first," I said. "Do you think she's having an affair?"
"Why do you ask that?" Kaylee responded. I noted that she did not simply say no.
"She's so distant lately. And we never have sex."
"Pooooor baby," Kaylee purred, ruffling my hair, still not answering my question.
I noticed that her nipples had swollen beneath her thin T-shirt, poking out like twin chocolate kisses, barely contained by the fabric. My cock began swelling. I reminded myself once again that this was my wife's sister, forbidden fruit. But an aroused male really has no conscience. Not at that moment. I reached up casually, almost like I was stretching, and brushed the back of my hand lightly along the side of her small firm breast, enjoying the tingling electricity that ran from the hairs on my hand down to my groin.
Before Kaylee could react, the phone rang, startling us both. "I'll get that," she said, jumping back as if welcoming the interruption. "I sound just like Kellie anyway."
As she left the room, ignoring the phone right beside my elbow around the other side of my desk from where she stood, I stiffened more. One department in which Kaylee was not identical was in the rear end. Kellie worked hard. Kaylee worked out hard. Years of dance and working as an aerobics instructor had given my sister in law a superior rear. I could not resist stroking the weight which had gathered in my jeans.
I could hear Kaylee chatting on the phone, without making out what she was saying. Her calm tone must have subconsciously triggered in me the assumption that she would be a while, or maybe I just didn't care. I eased my zipper open gently, so as not to injure my surging member. The spring in my shaft forced the last third of the zipper down as my one eyed monster winked up, grinning at me.
I could not resist reaching and stroking myself, amazed as always at how the outer layer of skin was so soft and supple, no matter how hard the inside became. The edge of my fingers and my palm rubbed up against the underside of the head, causing the slit to open and close. Already, precum was spitting out, as I wondered whether my sister in law tasted as sweet as my wife. "Maybe," an inner devil teased, "she tastes better. And your wife has become such a priss that she's probably shrivelled up and dry."
"Or such a slut that she's spunky," I muttered to myself.
"What was that?" Kaylee called from the next room. This jolted me back to reality as I realized that I was jerking off twenty feet away from her, with only an open doorway for privacy.
"Just swearing at the computer," I lied.
"Its Kell on the phone...she wants to speak with you."
Suddenly, my cock shrivelled in my hand, as if I was an adolescent caught by my mother doing the nasty deed. I picked up the extension. There was no 'click' so Kaylee was apparently listening in.
"Honey, I'm sorry, but the boss is sending me to San Diego to see a customer. I won't be able to go with you to Elysium Island."
"But...but..." I stammered. "It was supposed to be a second honeymoon."
"I know. I hear it's a paradise there, but this customer means a lot to the company. I'm the only one who can provide training on the software upgrade. If their staff isn't up to speed right away, next year they'll buy from a competitor. That could cost me my job. Then where will we be?"
Kellie left that dangling out there. I listened to both sisters breathing into the phone, wondering whether either of them was thinking, like me, that without the second honeymoon, our marriage might not last another year.
Finally, Kellie spoke again. "I can hear how disappointed you are. You should go anyway. The break will do you good."
"Can you join me part way through?" I asked, instantly cringing at how that sounded like begging.
"Sorry, hon, no can do. They've scheduled a full week of programs for me. And no vacation either. Twelve hour days for this girl."
The same devil which had teased me about Kaylee spoke inside my brain, saying "Me thinks she doest protest too much...who is she playing with the other twelve hours?"
All I did was sigh into the phone. This elicited a hollow "awww..." from Kellie's end. "See what I mean," she continued, "you need to go have fun."
"It's no fun without you."
"You need to learn to have fun without me....oops, I gotta fly." She giggled. "Literally, that is. I'm at the airport already and they just called my flight."
As Kellie rang off, I was sure that I recognized the voice leaking into my ear as that of her boss, the dashing young billionaire software engineer.
"Now she'd better be careful what she wished for," Kaylee said; walking back into the room, not bothering to pretend she wasn't listening to the call.
