As a prelude to this story, readers may want to read: "Root and the LΓ©ger Sisters", and for more about Lute and his sister Bridget: "Root and Barbara's Surprise Guest", and "Root and His Sister's Big Weekend." As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age.
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Franny LΓ©ger was awakened by a narrow beam of sunlight that found its way through a crack in her bedroom curtains. Pushing her hair from her face, she looked across her bed and saw not only Lute, her young lover with the wonderful ten-inch cock, but lying between them was a young woman who bore him a striking resemblance.
Glancing at the bedside clock she saw it was well past 9am, and with that frame of reference she began to reconstruct how she ended up in bed with Lute Casey and his sister Bridget.
Franny had gone to a cocktail party the evening before. It was hosted by one of her university colleagues and had been a typical staid academic affair. But after being hit on by two faculty spouses, and then cornered by an anthropology professor who wanted to regale her with tales of his derring-do conducting research in the wilds of Borneo, she finally made her goodbyes and managed to escape.
Once alone in her car, Franny breathed a sigh of relief. Making an appearance at these parties was one of the expectations of her as an up-and-coming young research librarian in the university's special collections library. She took her work seriously, and after only two years in her position had already published several papers and articles that earned her attention within academic circles. And she was also getting side work as a research assistant for a few authors.
But now it was the weekend, and unlike her life prior to meeting Lute when she maintained her academic persona 24/7, she now let her hair down as often as possible. And looking in the rear view mirror she did just that, undoing the clip that held back her wavy reddish blonde hair and letting it drape across her shoulders.
After taking off her blazer and undoing her blouse, she slipped out of the bra that constrained her big 36F tits. Then once her top was re-buttoned, she raised her skirt and drove off towards the club where Lute's band was playing; the windows down and the summer air floating up her skirt and onto her panty-less pussy. She smiled to herself knowing this was just how Lute liked her - unburdened by unnecessary garments that concealed her voluptuous body, and ready to fuck.
Earlier in the week when Lute had come for dinner and a raucous night of no-holds-barred sex, he told her that his sister Bridget was coming into town for the weekend. Wanting them to meet, he suggested Franny stop by his Friday night gig, knowing Bridget would also be there after driving down from the city.
Interested to meet Lute's only sibling, Franny entered the club and looked around. Standing by the bar and talking with a few of Lute's friends was an attractive young woman that Franny knew must be Bridget. She was tall - about Franny's height - and had a dark mane of thick shoulder-length hair. And though they weren't quite as large as hers, she saw Bridget was also blessed with a nice set of tits, which were on full display under a sleeveless top.
Approaching the bar, Franny was welcomed by Lute's friends and introduced to Bridget, who greeted her with a warm hug and whispered in her ear, "Oh, Franny, I was hoping we'd meet! Lute has told me all about you!" Then kissing her cheeks like an old French friend, the two got acquainted over drinks at the bar before moving onto the crowded dance floor.
Lute's band was ripping through a raucous set of originals and dance-worthy cover tunes. As usual, the band was polished and tight and their lead singer was fearless.
As they danced, Franny admired how comfortable Bridget was with her body. She put her arms out to the side and moved her shoulders and hips in time with the music, all while jutting out her chest and shaking her big tits from side to side like a burlesque dancer taunting her audience. Though now much less self-conscious than she was before meeting Lute, it usually took Franny a couple of drinks before she could fully let down her guard and dance like no one was watching - albeit knowing plenty of guys usually were.
When the band took a break, Bridget and Franny joined Lute and a couple of his mates in the alley. As they talked, a joint was passed among them, so by the time the two ladies were back on the dance floor they had moved into full seduction mode, trading long lustful smiles as they sized up each other's comely bodies.
"Do you like to fuck girls?" Bridget asked as she put her face next to Franny's ear while they danced, letting their large breasts rub together.
"Yeah, I think I do," Franny replied with a shy smile, enjoying being seduced by this lovely young woman.
"Me too," Bridget whispered as she moved back and winked, "Especially smart ones with nice tits."
From his perch on the stage, Lute watched his sister and lover as they danced and flirted, seeing that things were turning out just as he had hoped.
Over the past year, Lute's relationship with his sister had grown more intimate, and also more complicated as a result. Their physical affection was something they both really enjoyed, but given its taboo nature, they had agreed that, with only a few exceptions, it would be their secret.
But with Bridget's consent, Lute had told Franny about how they had become increasingly sexual together. And given how Franny and her sister Michelle had also had a similar transformation, it fueled some interesting conversations between Franny and Lute about the historical underpinnings of societal taboos. And it also led them to continue redefining their own moral compasses, agreeing that the bedrock tenet of their new sexual code would be: "If no one gets hurt, it's probably fine." And Bridget, Lute knew, was of the same mind. Also, given that she was bisexual - or "super-sexual" as she referred to herself - she had double the opportunities.
When the band finished their last set, Lute had to stick around and help pack up the band's gear. So knowing they wouldn't miss him too much, he suggested Franny and Bridget head over to Franny's and he'd join them in a bit.
It was hardly more than an hour later when Lute quietly entered Franny's house. As he did, and saw that things were moving along quite nicely between Bridget and Franny. An empty bottle of wine sat on the floor, and the two ladies were in flagrante delicto, their clothes half-off as they went at each other in such a frenzy they barely noticed when he arrived.
Bridget, in her typical aggressive fashion, had Franny pinned down on the couch and was working several fingers in and out of her pussy. After pulling on her new lover's blouse, Bridget had freed Franny's succulent orbs and glommed her mouth onto their big nipples like a hungry baby. Having already shed her own top, Bridget's big tits flopped about on her chest and glistened with sweat as she ravaged her new lover.
Lute saw that Franny was moving into a frenetic state that he knew very well and enjoyed immensely. She had grabbed Bridget's face and was giving her deep open-mouthed kisses, lapping their tongues together and moaning with each shove of Bridget's hand into her juicy cunt.