Ch. 1
"Are they close?" Janet asked her new husband.
"Very close actually," Kurt responded. "Guess maybe because they aren't really brother and sister. The sibling rivalry isn't there, and they're kind of like...friends."
Oh, they were more than friends.
"Yeah," Janet responded, sitting down on the kitchen table and crossing her perfectly-tanned legs in an effort to show them off to Kurt. Her white shorts riding up on her so high, Janet could give Kurt a glimpse of her soft, well-rounded thighs he has long worshipped.
She had Kurt's full attention, and he smiled at her to show his approval of her outfit.
"Pull them down," she said to him.
"Right here, in the kitchen?" he asked.
"Yes, right now," she said back to him. Janet loved bossing around her husband, playing a game of dominant wife and making him masturbate in front of her at any given moment.
Only by now, after two years of marriage, it was becoming old. Oh, not because of the length of time, but because of the length of Kurt's penis. It was fine for sex - the five inches he had was enough to get the extremely sexy Janet off, but for looking at and admiring? Janet craved to see something more.
Huge penises are what she dreamed of.
"Oooo, stroke it for me hubby," she said in a whisper, trying to pretend she still enjoyed watching Kurt whack it.
Another thing about Kurt, he didn't last very long. The sight of her thighs, her sexy talk - who knows, maybe even the weather - had caused him to shoot his load.
Blip, blip, went the two little shots of come from out of his penis, which is what Janet now called it. She didn't even bother to use dirty words for his equipment anymore, simply because it was so...average.
"My, my what a load," she said, lying out of her teeth - perfectly white teeth, that is. "Have you been storing all of that up for me?"
"Oooo, yeah baby," he said, dropping to his knees and sticking one of Janet's feet in his mouth. "UmmmUmmm," he said, his words garbled.
"What?" she asked, annoyed. "Your feet, I love them, and your legs, oh my God, your legs."
Janet did enjoy her husband's worship of her feet and legs, and had no problem in feeding his fetish. She just wished he had a bigger penis to rub on them.
"Hon, it's getting late," she said, prying her foot from out of his mouth. "I have to go straighten up upstairs, just in case they want to look around up there."
By they, Janet meant the people coming to look at the house. Since getting married, the couple had always wanted to move into a bigger home, and now was the time. Everything in Janet's life was soon going to revolve around being big.
She wanted to make sure the buyers were pleased with how the house looked, and in order to do that, she was going to make sure every nook, every cranny of the house was nice and clean.
Funny what she would find in her pursuits.
Kurt gave his wife a kiss on the cheek - the cheek on her face that is, Kurt also had the tendency to kiss his wife's ass on many occasions.
Janet walked upstairs, her hand underneath her skimpy white tank top, rubbing her right nipple. This had become the way of it with the couple, Kurt getting off and then Janet retreating to one of the rooms to finish herself off.
Kurt wasn't the only one that worshipped Janet's body. Janet, in fact, worshipped Janet's body. And who could blame her?
She knew she was hot, from her large breasts that always seemed to have hard nipples poking through her shirts and teasing men everywhere, to her nice ass which she loved to show by wearing a thong around the pool, and those legs and feet her husband had such a craving for.
Why can't she meet a man with features she could worship?
Janet stripped down to just her bra and panties, which were also about to be removed when she looked at the clock and was reminded of her time table.
The prospective buyers were supposed to arrive in just 10 or 15 minutes, so she had to put off masturbating and get the house cleaned up.
"Can't a girl ever come?" she said to herself while putting back on her tight shorts and top.
Kevin, the 18-year-old son of Kurt, had arrived home from a sports camp the night before and probably had yet to unpack and organize his things. Janet wanted to make sure the room looked respectable. She had no intention of going through his things, just throwing them somewhere where they couldn't be seen.
Kevin was from Kurt's first marriage. But Kurt wasn't the only one with a kid.
Janet had a daughter, an 18-year-old daughter, named Kim. Janet had the girl when she was young, and had searched long and hard for a husband who could take care of them both. She loved Kurt, and loved his bankroll, but the passion was lacking these days. She needed an adventure.
Going into her step son's room, Janet began thinking about what she and her husband were discussing earlier. They were talking about how close Kevin and Kim had become, that they were always talking, always laughing, always going places together.
Were they just friends, like Kurt had suggested?
Janet supposed so. She had hoped that that was all, since it would be so awkward having her daughter dating her step-brother.
Janet rarely saw Kevin - he was away at various sports camps every summer and during the school year was at school and then various practices.
But little did Janet know she barely knew her own daughter very well.
Kevin's room looked okay, except for a shoe box that seemed to have been mistakenly left sticking out of his closet, like the young boy tried to put it in there yet it didn't make it all the way.
Janet went over to it, and opened it to see what was inside. Probably just sneakers, but she wanted to make sure. Maybe it was put there by mistake, and it was maybe even a pair of Kim's shoes Janet could borrow, since the mother and daughter had a common interest in footwear and sexy clothing, both of them having the bodies to show off in such apparel.
Soon they would be sharing a common interest in something else, or actually someone else.
What Janet found was a pile of letters so abundant they slipped out of her hands when she tried to pick them all up. Now they were randomly spread out on the floor, in no particular order, and were all so tempting to read.
"Well, since they are out I might as well look," Janet said to herself, using a line she would use quite frequently in the upcoming days.
Now once Janet began to read, she could not stop, the words arousing every deep desire she had growing inside her, desires that she had kept secret from her husband in their two years of marriage. She had long wanted a huge penis to play with, and these letters simply served as her directions to finding one.
THE FIRST LETTER SHE READ...
Hi Kevin,
How's it hanging? Okay, sorry, that was kind of corny, but I couldn't resist. Always wanted to say that to a guy. But seriously, how is it hanging? Is it still causing you problems when you get erections in public? Still afraid to wear shorts to practice because it gets so big? Jeez, what am I going to do with you? I am going to have to wrap my thighs around your neck when you get back for being so naughty, not that that's really punishment for you - I know you love my thighs, don't you? I know you do. Too bad you can't see what's between them - sorry again, that was kind of low. But I think you like me to torture you. So I might as well torture you more. I have been sunbathing every day, so you should see how tan I am, especially my thighs. I'll let you kiss them when you get back from camp, but only if you're naked.
Love, Kim
THE SECOND LETTER SHE READ...
Hi,
Me again. Got your pictures today...wow. It does look bigger. Pretty soon you won't be able to even wear pants!!! Jesus, what are you feeding that thing? I also read your letter, including the part about you asking me to use dirty words for your thing (huge thing, that is). I guess it couldn't hurt, right? So, let me try. And don't laugh at me. Do all of the girls at school know you have a huge...dick? What do girls say when they see your cock for the first time? Do you let them measure it, like
you let me do that one day? And by the way, have you been measuring your huge pecker every day like I asked? I want exact measurements.
Love,
Kim
THE THIRD LETTER SHE READ
Hi!