(Dear Readers,
I feel I must put out this disclaimer after reading the comments on the first chapter, and one Anonymous commenter in particular. Okay here it is; This is a work of complete fiction. Yes, Ryan as the storyteller says that it is all true. However, Ryan is a fictitious character. So, if your a realist and when a story character says that what is happening is true, I hope you understand that it is still all completely contrived.
End of disclaimer. -Pinkender)
Chapter 2- Vegas Vacation!
Another week passed by with Andrea, Devon, and I really settling in quite nicely to our new living arrangements. In the mornings Andrea would get up before me and go and wake up Devon, then she would go and make breakfast and my lunch. Devon, the little minx, would sneak in only a few seconds after Andrea left and we would fuck until I made my first contribution for the day, and then she would leave and go downstairs and take over making breakfast. When Andrea came in she would sometimes come prancing into the room and strip before flying across the bed and sink my dick deep inside her vagina as she fucked me in a fury. Other times she would strip and go straight to the shower and then call me to come join her, and then we fucked like wild things.
Once I was dressed and headed off to work, it was always to Andrea and Devon standing together at the door in their robes and waving goodbye to me as I drove away. I spent my days working like a madman trying to finish up as soon as I could. I even stopped taking lunches so that I could get home an hour earlier. When I walked in the front door it was always to Devon wearing a tight little number that instantly had my dick throbbing to be released from my jeans. From 3 to 5 o'clock Devon and I fucked, or talked as we cuddled on the couch or bed. Once it was 5 we would go and take a long shower together and clean up. Sometimes we wound up fucking some more, and then we had to clean up again. Either way, by 6 we were both sitting in the living room watching television when Andrea walked into the house.
For the rest of the night Devon was just my living sister-in-law, and Andrea and I were all over each other. Devon would go and start dinner, and Andrea and I would talk about her day. Later that evening after we went to bed we would fuck, and fuck, and fuck!
----(!)----
The weekend finally arrived and we are headed to Vegas. It's just a weekend vacation with Andrea's family, but fuck, Vegas is Vegas, right?
So here we are, going all out and staying in the Hilton for an astronomical sum of money that really made me sweat. We got one room for me, Andrea, and Devon with a massive king-sized bed. Honestly, I was freaking out!
"Honey," Andrea whispered as she smiled at the rest of her family, "We can't afford two rooms, or even a room with two beds. So, you're just going to have to suck it up and behave. Just to help make sure you don't attack Devon in the middle of the night, I will sleep in the middle..."
"Fine," I whispered back, "But if I get grabby, or even fuck your sister with you right there beside us while I'm asleep, it's your fault!"
Andrea chuckled under her breath and then retorted, "Honey, if you actually have the energy to wake up and fuck my sister after I've emptied your balls tonight, then happy fucking! I won't say a thing..."
"So what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas," I mumbled sarcastically into her curly brown hair.
Andrea smirked as she looked up at me and winked as she purred, "Don't go getting any funny ideas. I don't intend for you to have enough energy or cum in you to want to fuck anyone other than me!"
I laughed at that and kissed her cheek as I reassured her, "Honey, you have always been more than enough for me."
"Good," She purred as she smiled lovingly up at me.
The rest of Andrea and Devon's family that were vacationing with us consisted of their newly divorced mother, Birgitte. After 25 years of marriage David, another fool as it turns out and Andrea's father, decided it was time to trade Birgitte in for some 18 year old intern that was working in his office. Birgitte was understandably devastated, especially since they had been together since she was in high school. Part of this Vegas trip was to help her move on from David.
Just so you can get a good idea of just how colossally David fucked up, let me give you a brief description of Birgitte. First, she's 40 years old. She has the same kinky-curly hair her daughters have, and like Andrea it's a deep dark chocolate brown. She has chestnut brown skin, and dark brown eyes. She's shorter than all her daughters except Abigail, who is 5 foot as well. She's also more petite weighing only 120 pounds, which I know only because they talk and complain about their weight all the fucking time! For being so short and slim, she has huge 32 H-cup breasts, a tiny 26 inch waist, and broad 36 inch hips. And so, like I said, David is a fucking idiot!
Traveling with Birgitte as her companion was her 18 year old daughter, the youngest of four sisters, Abigail. Despite having the opportunity to go to Vegas, she was being pouty and whiny that she couldn't stay home. Birgitte made it clear that it wasn't going to happen since she knew Abigail would just have her boyfriend over the whole weekend.
Abigail was a near clone of her mother, in measurements at least. She stood 5 foot tall, and she weighed 120 pounds. She had brown eyes, fiery-red kinky-curly hair, and milk white skin. She was the only daughter who had a bust as large as her mother, sporting 32 H-cup breasts. Her waist was a slim 24 inches, and her hips and ass were 34 inches.
"The last thing I need right now, is to come home to find you knocked up by that 24 year old, jobless, loser you call a boyfriend," Birgitte growled as she and Abigail argued again about her having to come too.
"MOM!" Abigail hissed as she looked around and saw that I was within earshot.
"What?" Birgitte hissed as she followed Abigail's gaze to me. Birgitte looked me up and down, and held noticeably on my crotch before her eyes lifted up and her eyes met mine. Her cheeks blushed, and then she looked away and busied herself with loading her luggage on a trolley as she mumbled, "If you don't want people to overhear then quit arguing with me. You are not going home early, and that is final!"
Abigail hissed, but she didn't say anything else.
The second reason was Andrea's oldest sister, Mary, and her husband, Henry, who were trying to conceive. For the last year they have been having problems. Something to do with low sperm count.
Actually the thought of Mary conceiving made me think of Andrea and Devon. I have been pumping liters upon liters of sperm into them on a weekly basis for weeks now, but neither one seems to be feeling or acting any different. Maybe I needed to ask if they were on any contraceptives...
"Hey, um, Andrea," I mumbled as I watched Mary look embarrassed as Henry directed a bellboy on how to do his job loading luggage on another trolley.
"Yes my love," She answered.
"Are you still on the pill?" I asked.
"Sure am," She purred as she followed my gaze to Mary, then asked, "Whatcha thinking honey buns, do you wanna start making little rug-rats like Henry and Mary?"
"Only if we are as successful as they have been thus far, then sure," I answered sarcastically, "But no, actually I just realized we have been having a lot of sex lately and I haven't been wearing condoms. Anyway I realize it's a bit late. I guess I just needed some reassurance that we aren't going to be having any surprises..."
"Uh, yeah," She answered with a big confident smile, "Nope, no chance of any surprises here honey! There are no buns in this oven, only bratwurst..."
