For a few weeks after my night with my sister-in-law, Karen, I occasionally found myself gazing into some far off distance, thinking about what happened. I wasn't even sure anything had happened; had it all been a dream?
The sisters continued to text and phone each other daily, as they had always done. After a few months it was obvious that a plan was being hatched for a joint holiday. Paul & Karen were going to spend a week in the Lake District and had booked a cottage. Angie asked me if I minded if we booked a similar cottage at the same time. Of course I didn't, it would be fun. Paul had booked a day at cookery school and I suggested to Angie that I buy her a place on the same course, as a birthday present. The two of them were both great cooks and they got to take the fruits of their labours home for dinner that evening.
"What will you do for the day?" Angie asked.
"I'll take Karen out for lunch; how's that?"
So that was that; the holiday was booked for early October.
We met up with Karen and Paul a couple of times during the summer, at family meals, and made plans for the week in Keswick. Karen gave no indication that anything had happened that night and neither did I. There was no flirting, no kissing on the lips, nothing. Life returned to normal.
Our cottage was a Saturday to Saturday let, theirs was a Friday to Friday. So, when we arrived in the late afternoon, Paul & Karen were waiting outside, keen to see our home for the week. The cottage was light and airy; well stocked and with plenty of modern equipment. Once we'd unloaded the car the four of us walked the two streets to where their cottage was. They gave us the guided tour and, after a cup of tea, Paul said the magic word.
"Pub?"
They showed us where The Pack Horse Inn was, just around the corner from their cottage. I liked it as soon as we walked in; it had a nice feel about it with a long wood bar, plenty of tables and chairs and plenty of local ales on tap.
"They had live music on last night; a couple of lads with acoustic guitars; they were good," said Paul as he and I stood at the bar.
"Covers or their own stuff?" I asked.
"Both but mostly covers; American Pie, Fire and Rain, that kind of thing," Paul replied.
I nodded as he ordered the drinks. Paul and I shared a love of music and would often share tracks we had come across or bands we had seen.
The four of us ordered some food and had a lovely evening; good ale, good food, good company. We walked back to their cottage but Angie and I decided to call it a night, rather than go in. It had been a long drive and we were both really tired.
As soon as we got into bed Angie crawled into my arms and we fell asleep like that, her head on my chest.
When I awoke it was light. For a few seconds I had no idea where I was; the ceiling was strange; the curtains were strange; the light fitting was strange. Slowly I was aware of something else. I lifted my head and looked down the bed. I rested my head back on the pillow.
I was on holiday.
In a cottage in the Lake District.
Angie was sucking my cock.
"Mmm, morning," I said. Angie grunted; she had her mouth full, after all; she crawled up the bed and kissed me, slowly, her tongue wrapping itself around mine. Then she sat astride me and guided my cock into her, easing herself down slowly. We fell into that easy rhythm that lovers do and I reached up and massaged her gorgeous tits, gently twisting the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She came, twice, and then slid off, grabbing my cock in her hand as she lay beside me, her head propped up on her hand.
"How close? she asked, wanking me slowly.
"Very," I said. She leant down and kissed me hard, pushing her tongue to the back of my throat. Her hand moved quickly now, pushing my foreskin over the tip of my cock and back down again, the juices from our fuck and my pre-cum greasing the shaft. She kept the kiss going, using the tip of her tongue to trace around my top lip before sliding it down my cheek and into my ear.
Bingo. She knew exactly how to push that button. I raised my buttocks and grunted;
"Oh, fuck," I said through gritted teeth as I came, just as her hand reached the top of the shaft. She rubbed the tip with her thumb, the sensitivity causing me to grunt with intense pleasure again. She wanked me until I stopped cumming and then made a great show of licking her hand until there was no spunk left on it. She rested her head on my chest and I cuddled her into the position that we had fallen asleep several hours earlier.
"That was nice," she said. I knew that she was grinning at her own understatement, I could hear it in her voice.
"Very," I said.
The next couple of days were nice and relaxed. We had all decided to do our own thing as couples and then meet up in the pub in the late afternoon each day. Angie and I did a lot of walking, had some delicious cream teas and dozed in the homely cottage. Paul and Karen had toured some of the lakes and had a posh lunch at a local Michelin starred restaurant. The 5pm catch-ups were fun as we compared notes from the day, talked about what we were going to eat that evening and enjoyed some good ales and wine.
On Tuesday we all decided to take a lake cruise on Derwentwater, particularly because the weather forecast was good. Paul and Angie organised a picnic while Karen and I picked the wines to take from the bottles we had each brought with us from home. It was a lovely morning when we arrived at the jetty and we didn't have long to wait for one of the launches. They took us clockwise around the edge of the lake and dropped us at one of the seven drop off/pick up points. We walked for a while and found some rising ground where we had a great view across the lake as we set out the picnic. Paul and Angie had put together a wonderful spread and a few glasses of champagne helped with the preparation and the laying out of the dishes. I opened a bottle of Chablis to follow the bubbles and it went down well with the delicious food. Paul was looking at a bottle of Bordeaux I had put into the bag and he and I settled back to enjoy it while the girls finished off the white. It was a glorious afternoon, one that none of us wanted to end.
The launch picked us up and we completed the tour of the lake before getting back to the jetty and the walk home. The sisters walked in front as Paul and I carried the cool-box and the wine bag.
"Angie's looking great," Paul said.
"She is, yes. She worked so hard to lose that bit of weight and it's given her that confidence back," I replied.
"I'm really looking forward to the cookery class with her tomorrow; she's such good fun to be with."
I grinned at him, proud of my wife and knowing what he meant. We walked a few more steps before Paul said,
"Bloody gorgeous arse too."
I laughed as he giggled,
"Oh, did I say that out loud?"
Karen turned around,
"What are you two up to?" she called back. I played up to her tone,
"Nothing, Miss," I said, which only served to make Paul laugh even more. By the time we got to the pub, he and I were like a couple of schoolboys, making lewd comments about the girls arses and what we would do to them. We made plans for the next day and decided that Paul would pick up Angie from our cottage to get to the cookery school for 8.30am and I would pick up Karen from their cottage at midday to take her to the restaurant I had booked for lunch.
Next morning, having waved Angie and Paul off, I pottered around the cottage and then walked to a cafe for a relaxing coffee and a read of the newspaper. Halfway down my coffee my phone pinged with a message,
*Can you come over now? I need to talk to you. K x* I texted back a thumbs up emoji and drained the rest of my coffee.
Karen opened the door, smiled and stepped aside to let me in. She was wearing that fluffy white dressing gown again and beckoned me into the front room. I sat in a chair and she settled onto the sofa. Her phone and a cup of coffee were on the table in front of her.
"Do you want a coffee?" she asked.
I shook my head, "Just put one out," I said.
"How have you been since...you know?" she asked.
"Since you fucked my brains out, you mean?" She grinned sheepishly as I said it. I meant it as a joke but realised that it might not have seemed that way.
"Sorry," I said. "Bad joke."
"Don't be silly," she said.
"I've been fine," I continued, "a little confused, but okay with it." Karen nodded.
"Look, Sean, I don't want anything to change. I don't want an affair, I'm not leaving Paul, I don't want to split up you and my sister. Nothing changes."
My shoulders relaxed and I let out a gentle sigh. The world seemed a little lighter.
"Good," I said. Now that I had relaxed I looked more closely at Karen. She looked amazing; and that pesky dressing gown was falling open on her crossed legs again.
She smiled at me, running the tip of her tongue along her top lip. She slowly undid the belt on the gown, gazing into my eyes. As the gown fell open it revealed a red lace bra underneath and, as she uncrossed her legs, matching lace knickers. The bra was giving her that cleavage she craved, and that I loved looking at.
Karen stood up and walked towards me. She leant down and took my upturned face in her hands, kissing me, hard, on the lips. I opened my mouth, kissing her back, finding her tongue with mine. The kiss was long and passionate and incredibly sexy. She pulled back and said,
"How long have we got?" she asked.
"Long enough," I said, standing up. Karen took my hand and led me up the stairs to the bedroom. She turned me round and I sat on the bed. She took a couple of steps back and eased the dressing gown off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it join the gown on the floor. She squeezed her tits and rubbed her nipples between her finger and thumb. Her nipples were gorgeous and responded to her fondling, standing out long and proud. She began to undress me, unsnapping my jeans as I pulled my shirt over my head. She bent down and kissed me again, a huge wet slap of a kiss that turned me on even more than I was already. Once I was naked I eased myself fully onto the bed and Karen crawled up my body until she sat astride my chest. Her red knickers were right in front of my face and they were soaking wet. She rubbed herself into my face, grinding her hips so that my nose pushed the lace material into her vagina. I licked, filling my mouth with saliva and pushing my tongue against her lips. She moaned, grinding even harder against my face. I reached up and pulled the thin, dripping material to one side, thrusting my tongue hungrily into her slit.
