Mie & Aren

Disclaimer:

All characters are 18 years of age or older while actively engaging in sexual activity. This story is a prequel/sequel (sprequel?) to my other work, Alex & Alexa. As always, many thanks and gratuitous panty shots from Freja and Jeanie to my long-suffering editor and beta-reader for their assistance in polishing up and improving this work. Reviews are welcome; flames will be snickered at and deleted with extreme prejudice. Enjoy!

Please Note:

There are incest themes with a secondary couple in this story. Just a forewarning.

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Chapter IX - Invitation to an Uptown Girl

Kira hissed and panted as she rocked and wriggled beneath the huge blond man, his weight pressing down on her back and behind as he fucked her, his massive cock splitting her pussy wide in ways she'd never known.

Beneath her, the man's gorgeous wife, a stunning bronze-haired goddess, was looking up at her, her hands placed on Kira's shoulders as they wiggled and writhed against one another. Kira's sloppy pussy was pressed against Karen's, betraying her arousal at this wicked tryst.

"You always get your way, don't you, princess?" Mike grunted, looking down past the back of Kira's head to his beautiful wife, who smiled back up at him and nodded. "The way it's always been, isn't it?"

"I don't hear you objecting, good sir," Karen replied, winking at the black woman who ground down on top of her, their breasts squirming together. "I think it's fair to say all three of us are getting what we need."

Kira tried to talk, though her heavy breathing made that nearly impossible. The cornrows she wore her hair in fell past her face, caressing Karen's cheeks and giving her a splendid tingle.

"I don't ..." Karen gasped, wobbling back and forth beneath Mike, tossed like a boat in a storm by his powerful hips. "I'm not ... just so you know, I'm not ... I'm not a lesbian ..."

"I know, darling," Karen cooed, smiling. "Small price to pay for this ride, though, isn't it?"

Kira couldn't respond because she seized up, arching her back and clenching her teeth to keep from screaming as she began to cum. They both felt Mike tense up

as

he pulled out of Kira and pushed himself into Karen below, both of them moaning in relief as he came, pumping his seed deep inside her. The trio writhed and ground lustily until they were spent, with Kira wearily resting her head against Karen's shoulder.

Mike looked down at Karen, his skin shining with sweat, as was hers, and he smiled in satisfaction. Karen mouthed the words "

I love you"

to him, and he leaned down to share a loving kiss with his wife. She was his joy, his serenity, and his very reason for existing. With Karen in his life, the world had purpose and seemed ... not so small.

"Jesus," Kira said finally, stirring and raising her head. "Girl could get used to that sorta treatment ..."

She now smiled slyly down at Karen: "So what's the charge for getting to feel your husband in my ass?"

Karen just winked at her.

"Mmmmm, I think I can live with becoming bi ..." the black woman purred as she began kissing Karen deeply while spreading her legs wide for Mike, showing her puckered knot to him.

***

"So it doesn't bother you that mom and dad porked Kira?" Alex asked as he drove the SUV, with his wife lounging in the passenger's seat. Alexa was wearing a light blue sundress with the skirt on the shorter side and a rather low top. The tiny straps over her shoulders deserved an award for somehow supporting her large bust, since there was no bra to be seen. Her golden hair spilled over her shoulders as she slowly shook her head.

"Not one bit," she replied. "She wouldn't stop talking about Mike when we all went out dancing, so it was fairly obvious that she wanted him inside her. I know Kar was interested in trying her on for size, even though Kira isn't gay or bi."

"Wasn't," Alex corrected, turning a corner and taking them downtown.

Alexa giggled: "True. My big sissy does tend to get what she wants. I figure that if Kira gets it out of her system, she'll stop babbling about it. And hey, if she becomes a regular plaything of theirs, that's fine with me."

"She's from Cleveland, right?" he asked.

His wife nodded: "Escaped a messy marriage and divorce. Guy was always cheating on her, got caught. And when he found her with a guy, even after they separated, he lost his mind and beat her up, saying that no woman ever cheated on him. He's in the clink, but he's got friends who are crazy, so she moved north. Now she's happy here."

"Good on her," he replied readily. "Ready for some shopping?" Alexa needed some stylish clothes for her trip to Quebec City with Karen, so he'd quickly volunteered to drive her downtown and take her to Yorkville, which was known for the most exclusive shopping in the country, the road known as 'The Mink Mile.'

"It's kinda funny," she mused, smiling. "Not so long ago, you had to take me shopping, often grudgingly, in order for us to sneak off and go make love. Now, we just go shopping, and if we want to make love, we've gotta find the time to do it."

"You just miss the kink of sneaking off and fucking your nephew," Alex chuckled. "I think I initially fell in love with you by trying my best to forget that we were related. Not that I had a chance in any event, but I needed to try. You, I think you get off on it."

"Maybe a little," she admitted, looking over at him and winking. "But I never had a chance either, because you're you, Alex. If you'd just been any other nephew when I moved back, I wouldn't have fallen instantly in love with you. It's not like I have some deep need to commit avunculate incest."

She thought about that: "Well, I do, but only because you're you. But you know what I mean."

"Fortunately, yes," he laughed. "Because I feel the same urge."

"I'm just surprised that you never had any urges about Kar," she said, playing with the hem of her dress. "God knows I do. But she says you never gave any indication whatsoever. You never stole her panties or her bra,

ever

, never peeped on her. I mean, that's pretty standard boy stuff when they have a mother."

Alex shrugged: "I know objectively that mom is stunning, yeah, I get that. And God knows, I've seen her naked enough times, and they were all circumstantial or completely involuntary on my part."

"Yeah, I remember the hotel room in Laval," she snickered. "I've never been so terrified in my life, and not because Kar was wandering around buck-naked. Hell, it's one of the few times I wasn't trying to peep on her myself. I was just hiding and dying inside by the moment."

"I've gotten used to it," he admitted. "This seems to be the new dynamic, and I might as well be comfortable with it, right? Besides, if the prize I get for adjusting is you, well, I'd say it's worth it."

"Oh, I love you too, honey," she cooed, reaching over and caressing his cheek before fishing around in her purse and pulling out a credit card. "Kar said to use this to shop. Is that really okay?"

"Which bank and what colour?" he asked, watching the road ahead.

"Royal and black."

"Oh, I'd say that's fine," he replied, smiling. "That's a Blackwell expense card, tied to slush accounts. Only a few members of the family have the Diamond or Black cards, and mom is one of them, as the direct heir to grandpa."

"Still sounds weird hearing you call him grandpa," Alexa said, turning the card over in her hand. She'd never actually hurt for money over the course of her life, she'd lived a reasonably comfortable existence in Europe, but the finances she was exposed to now with her sister sometimes blew her mind. "I mean, I always just referred to him as 'dad,' even though I never met him."

"Kinda like I never met grandma," Alex replied, nodding. "And I guess that's sad, but in a way, I'm happy, y'know?"

She smiled warmly. "Because if mom hadn't fled to Europe so suddenly, you would've been born a year after me, and we would've grown up together and might not have fallen in love. And while I miss mom and dad, nothing is more important to me than that fact, Alex."

"Me either," he agreed readily, heading down Bayview Avenue. "I've often wondered if we still would've fallen in love, though. Like, if we're meant to be, would we just have fallen in love when we were younger, and had to hide it for years on end, rather than attempting it over a summer?"

"Oh, and

I'm

the kinkster here ..." Alexa giggled, turning to look at her husband in her seat and resting her head on her arm. "And all this time, you've been dreaming of us as youngsters of delicate age, sneaking off together to smear Nivea cream all over one another and then do naughty things without getting caught. I see how it is."

"Hey, I told you that about Nivea thing about Stacey Kain and I in confidence!" he laughed. "But yeah, now I wish it had been you."

"Well, a little roleplay never hurt anyone," she purred, using a finger to lower her top and expose her glorious breasts to him, knowing that he wouldn't dare look, because the road was very busy. She felt like teasing him all the same. "We could play that out sometime, after all."

"Alexa, you're making my brain sweat ..." Alex muttered, wiping at his brow.

"Mmmmmmm, I'll bet I am, big boy," she said slyly, tracing a single finger around one of her nipples, her sapphire eyes glinting with mirth. "Pity you're driving, because I could really stand to have one of these girls sucked on right now ..."

She decided to provide an example and lifted her breast to her lips and swirled her tongue slowly around the hardening pink bud. "Mmmmmmm ..."

"If you keep that up, I'm gonna pull over to the curb, drag you out of this car, bend you over and fuck you on it ..." Alex warned, feeling the front of his pants tightening.

"Promises, promises," Alexa said back, sucking the nipple into her mouth now.

Then she felt the vehicle easing over to the right. She paused and looked up. "What ..."

Alex brought the vehicle to a stop and turned on the blinkers. Cars kept whipping by and Alexa's eyes widened as he unbuckled himself and turned to reach for her.

"Eep ..." was all she managed to get out before his arms were around her ...

***

Jeanie exhaled loudly as she finished the shot, putting the tiny glass back down on the dining room table with a '

clunk!

' She looked intently at her wife, sitting across the table from her and blushing. Freja was wearing a bra and panties, while Jeanie was wearing a cropped white tank top

that

ended just below her breasts and a tiny purple thong. Her kinked brown hair flowed around her shoulders.

"Your turn ..." the brunette said quietly.

Freja looked deeply nervous as she stared down at the table - ten empty shot glasses rested on her side of the table, nothing but mere droplets of the strong-smelling brown drink they were sharing left in them. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, and her palms were sweaty. She felt an unusual warm pang or sickness in her stomach.

Why? Because it was Jeanie?

"I ..." she faltered, trying not to blush crimson. "I once forced myself on a girl. We were quite young, and she said no, but I continued, because I did not yet understand how important 's

top

' was. And it does not matter that we became lovers after that, or that I apologized; I still forced myself on her."

Jeanie looked at her levelly: "Did she forgive you?"

Freja kept looking at the table and nodded.

"I forgive you too, Fre," the brunette said warmly, smiling at the woman she loved so much. "Now drink up."

Freja sighed and took hold of her shot glass. She stared at the pungent drink and tilted her head back, pouring the offering down her throat. She made a wry face as she swallowed and shivered before sighing and looking at Jeanie. "Still love me?"

"More than ever," the brown-eyed girl assured her. "So, ummmm ... I got mad at my younger cousin once and I fucked one of her Barbie dolls - like, shoved the whole damn thing inside me and greased it good. She never figured out why it smelled funny or was sticky. Worse yet, my aunt and uncle thought

she'd

done it to the doll and gave her hide a good tanning."

She took up another shot glass and drained the contents, looking intently at Freja as she put it down.

Freja hesitated, blushing more. "I ... was filmed in a fountain in Budapest, getting fucked by many men ...

many

men. And they all came on me as I knelt in the fountain."

"Oh, wow, Fre ..." she breathed, gazing at the Danish girl, who hung her head in shame. She was pretty damn certain this could be something that turned Jeanie cold to her.

"We have

got

to try that together ..." Jeanie said readily, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Go, drink, drink, it's my turn ..."

Freja sighed, nodded, and belted back another shot, exhaling and then burping loudly, her fist in front of her mouth. She shook her head a little and then looked back at her wife, waiting intently.

Jeanie blushed slightly. "I broke up a marriage," she murmured quietly, the memory and the shame she'd felt coming back to her. "I was young, and I didn't care; I just wanted to fuck the guy. I did get to, and he went cold on me. So, I got angry and seduced his wife, and he walked in on us. There was a huge fight, and I got the Hell out of there while they tried to maul one another. I ... they got arrested for domestic violence, both of them, and they got jail time and divorced while they were behind bars. My name was never mentioned by either of them, because I was still a minor, and they didn't want those charges on top of everything else ..."

"What ... happened to them?" Freja asked.

Jeanie shrugged as she stared at the empty shot glasses. "I know she went to a women's detention center, because she just about caved his head in with a bat, and he got sent to some place in Alberta for violent offenders. After that, I don't know."

She looked at Freja now, her eyes turning bleary as she struggled not to cry. "It was a happy marriage, Fre. But I didn't care, I wanted to fuck him. It was my fault entirely. And now there's no way to make up for it."

Freja made her way around the table and plunked down heavily in the third chair near Jeanie and hugged her tight. Jeanie sniffled, but managed to not cry.

"It is as you said, my love," Freja said softly, her eyes closed. "There may be no way to make it right at this time. But entirely your fault? No,

yndling

, not entirely. You did not force them to have sex with you; they both made a choice. A bad one. You only hold one third of the blame ..."

"That's still a whole universe of blame ..." Jeanie choked out bitterly, hating the tears on her cheeks.

"Perhaps," Freja cooed, stroking her shoulder gently. "But you have a lifetime to find ways to make up for it. Maybe not to them directly, but in other ways. Oh, what is your English term? It's ... pay it forward?"

Jeanie pulled back from the hug and looked at her wife, her eyes stinging with her tears. But she saw love and acceptance there and could barely believe it.

Maybe there was hope for her?

She turned and downed the shot in front of her, resting the glass on the table. Then she exhaled and looked at Freja steadily: "Your turn."

Freja smiled weakly and now her eyes were tearing up. "I am thinking we should not continue, my love."

"But why?"

"Because my next confession, it is the one that without fail drive you away from me, I am fearing," Freja replied, her voice trembling.

Jeanie looked at her steadily and her voice was firm. "Now you

have

to tell me, Fre."

Tears began trickling down Freja's cheeks and she closed her eyes and leaned in, whispering in her soon-to-be-lost beloved's ear. Jeanie's eyes went wide, and she felt her wife's head press against her shoulder as she began crying. It was nearly a minute before Jeanie could say anything. Her hands sat on her lap, as if she'd forgotten to hug Freja, or couldn't.

"They offered me money, and I needed it," wept the Danish girl. "I was still young, Jeanie, I -"

Slowly, almost mechanically, Jeanie's hands found Freja's arms and took them gently. She moved Freja away from her shoulder and looked her in the eye. Freja quailed inwardly; she'd been held like this before - the hands on the biceps, locked in place to keep her from getting closer. The look in the eye, one that was full of resolution.

She'd lost dear friends exactly like this before. And it hurt so much, because it was always something

she'd

done. They'd always been justified in walking away from her.

"Freja Adama Kjaer ..." Jeanie said in a very quiet voice.

Freja's trembling was almost shaking now as she awaited the dreadful words.

"Next time, if there is a next time, it will be both of us." Jeanie whispered in the most tender voice imaginable.

The Danish girl's eyes flicked open and her mouth dropped in shock. Before she could say or do anything, Jeanie had crushed her lips against her wife and was kissing her deeply, lovingly, and without any hesitation. Even though their kiss, Freja was sobbing, the tears flowing faster down her cheeks.

Jeanie ended the kiss and held her wife by her cheeks gently, letting her cry, while she blinked away her own tears and controlled her sniffling.

"You're always there for me when I'm crying and giving me such loving and encouraging words," she rasped, swallowing. "My turn for you, Fre. It doesn't matter to me what they paid you to do that. I don't care if you were young and stupid. Hell, I wouldn't care if you'd done it for free and just for kicks."

"H- how?" Freja stammered. She still couldn't believe what she was hearing. The only other person who knew was Alexa.

"I don't care about your past, Fre," Jeanie said, shaking her head for emphasis. "It may seem shameless to other people, but it made you who you are, and I love you just the way you are. If you hadn't had that past, you might be a different person, and I don't know if I'd be in love with that person. I can't know."

Freja sniffled and listened. She thought her heart would burst, although she couldn't say exactly why.

"I don't care how many dicks this mouth has sucked," Jeanie stated, caressing Freja's lips before tracing her fingers down under her bra and fondling her breast. "I don't care how many men have cum on these tits."

Freja sucked in her breath as Jeanie reached into her panties and slid two fingers deep inside her pussy.

"And I don't care who or what has been in this cunt," she said very firmly, stroking back and forth inside her wife, making her shudder. "You are mine, Freja. You love me in spite of what a shameless whore I am, what I've been. And we've agreed that we're going to go on being shameless whores. But

together.

What does a past I wasn't there for matter to me?"

"You ... you do not care that I -"

"No. No I don't," Jeanie said, shaking her head, her brown tresses spilling everywhere. "I expect you to keep telling me everything, Fre, because to be honest, it almost always turns me on. And I'll find the courage to keep telling you, too."

Freja reached a hand up and cupped Jeanie's cheek with it, as they stared into one another's eyes. How could this beautiful girl love her so much?

One of Jeanie's hands reached over the table and came back with Freja's shot glass. She pressed it to her lover's lips and Freja slurped the contents back before leaning in and kissing Jeanie hard. They kissed one another hungrily as the brown liquid sloshed back and forth between their tongues and dribbled down over their breasts. They didn't care. They were in love.