**Author's Note: My apologies for not continuing this one sooner. I admit, I got caught up in my other series. I really like writing about Amber. Anyway, I hope you can forgive me for not going straight into the incest. I began this story as a very, very guilty tease, so it'll be a little while. My hope is to keep it as sultry and boiling-over erotic as I can until then. I hope you have as much fun reading as I did wri - oh, something gooey on the 't' key. Also, thanks to those of you who studiously corrected my poor attention to geography. A lame lapse of judgement on my part, but I admit, my mind was definitely on other details.
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I froze. My sister was sitting, naked as the day she was born, on the bed beside her lover, whom I was straddling. Claire, Natalie's French girlfriend, was covered from nose to navel with globs of my semen, and as naked as my sister. I still had my boxers clinging around one foot. I might as well have been naked too. I was, in all ways that counted.
Moonlight shown through the open bay window in Claire's bedroom, revealing our sins in all their glory. My semen was gray-white on Claire's chest and face. Her lips, red from her lipstick, shown darker in the moonlight, almost black. The purplish head of my cock was the same, darker than it should have been. The scent of our sex was strong, heady, and mixed with Claire's perfume. Natalie's face hid within the shadows of her hair. What was she thinking in that long moment of looking over me and her lover?
Guilt pummeled me. I had just fucked Claire. There was no way my sister could not be jealous over that. She must have felt like a guy who caught his girl with another man. A brother. Bah. I knew I was a bastard, then, and I tried to think of some way to make this right. But what could I do? There was no way to take back the fact that I had just given her lover a big dose of something Natalie could never give her.
"Nat," I whispered hoarsely. I expected crying. Or screaming. Or a fight.
Nat edged closer to us. She met my eyes with a blank expression until she was right beside us. Then she leaned over and kissed Claire on the lips. I blinked, then gasped, as she French kissed(no pun, damnit) Claire right through the smears of my cum. When she straightened, I could see wet globs of semen on her lips. She touched her mouth with her fingers, then licked her lips clean.
"I bet you're thirsty," she said to Claire. "Let me get you some water." And with that she climbed past me out of the bed and walked to the kitchen without bothering to gather her clothes or even a robe.
Things changed after that. We, the three of us, lived together more closely. Claire and my sister made love more often, and more openly. They would kiss and caress each other right in front of me. Right beside me. Man, it was so erotic. I longed to join them, to be a part of that wildly sinful, lesbian beauty. I stayed away, through some miracle of self-restraint, for several days. I guess I harbored fears that Natalie was angry with me, or jealous, or something. She never acted hostile, or seemed upset over the matter. In fact, since Claire also continued to have sex with me, Natalie sometimes saw us.
One example of this happened two days later while we were in the subway. Natalie, Claire, and I had been out shopping for Claire some make-up or something. To be honest, I liked her face better without the makeup, but I'm weird like that. After she refused the best offers of the retailers and stormed out of the store, Claire led my sister and I back to the subway and into the very back car. We sat down in a slump, since Claire's mood seemed to be contagious. Claire sat between Natalie and me, and as the train left the station and the lights dimmed some, she grinned at us. When I gave her a quizzical look, she glanced across the car to the only other passenger. I followed her gaze to the woman, younger than Claire, maybe as young as Nat, who watched me intently.
"American Boy," Claire whispered in my ear. The woman had dark brown hair that was fairly straight and clung to her face and neck. She had on a sheep-skin coat, a soft, white scarf and toboggan, and a short, gray mini-skirt. The only other thing I saw was her ankle-high gray leather boots. She was pretty, smiling as she watched me. Claire leaned close, nuzzling my neck and cheek before whispering in that wondrous French accent. "I think she wants to fuck you, American Boy."
I have a name. Ethan. Not that it matters. There was no way I was going to complain about the way she always teased me like that. No way.
I swallowed. Somewhere in that short span of time, Claire had gotten a hand down to my growing erection. She teased me through my jeans. My cock extended along my left leg, tight against my pants, and she traced one finger over that throbbing ridge. The stranger's eyes dropped to Claire's finger and its naughty stroking. Her lips parted, and her lower lip grazed deliciously against her perfect overbite. I swallowed again, and realized I was short of breath.
The woman across from us crossed and un-crossed her legs. I couldn't tell from the angle and the shadows white kind of panties she wore, but she certainly didn't seem to mind me checking her out. While I watched her fidget on her seat, Claire surprised me by un-zipping my fly and sliding her fingers between the parted opening. Her fingers were cool as she closed them around my erection, but instead of stroking me, as I had expected, she bent me back far enough to pull my cock out of my pants.
The stranger gasped, then let out a tiny squeal as Claire began openly stroking my hard-on. Nat leaned around Claire to see what was going on. She smiled at me, her eyes knowing, maybe even interested.
Claire looked over to the stranger. "You want some of this, Cherie?" God, but I loved that accent.
The woman in the mini looked at my cock and Claire's loving hand. She grinned at us. Her accent was thicker than Claire's, thick enough to drip French syrup. "Please, don't stop. I shouldn't, but please, you must continue."
My head rolled back as Claire started using her thumb on me. She flicked it over the soft, curl of my glans. Precum touched her skin and trailed after her, smearing when she brought her thumb back. She squeezed me, then released. She followed this up with quick jerks up and down that brought another healthy bead of precum to rise. The girl across the car glanced both ways, then hiked up the bottom of her skirt. Her pearlescent panties showed a spot of moisture between her legs. I was captivated by that spot, drawn irresistibly. Even when Claire lowered her lips and kissed my little dollop of precum, I couldn't look away as the stranger pulled the gusset of her panties aside and stroked a red, swollen slit with one manicured finger.
I breathed slow and deep; I couldn't get enough air. Claire slid her fingers up and down my shaft while kissing and nuzzling at my ear. I looked down to where her finger caressed my length. Natalie had her face against Claire's, though my sister was looking down at my cock instead of at my face. Nat's hand slid from Claire's shoulder, down her arm, onto her hand, where, without touching me, she helped Claire jack me off. Her face was only a few inches from mine. I groaned, and she turned to look at me, an eager gleam in her eye. Claire started to move, pulling her hand back, which left Nat's hand hovering over my cock for a moment. She could have pulled away too, but for a second, she closed her hand over my meat and squeezed, smiling at me.
