A five-part story of incest, group sex, lesbianism, anal, and toys. MFFF
Chapter 1: Thank God For Marvin Gaye
My sister-in-law has always had a sneaky streak. In the 29 years I've known her, she's always been able to sneak me a wicked smile. I generally considered it her way of flirting, and never gave it a second thought. Her rocky marriage to The Accountant has lasted twice as long as expected, considering the abuse she has had to endure over the years. Sharon, now in her mid-40's, is still quite attractive. She's tall at 5'9" with beautiful tanned legs that go on forever. Her olive complexion, 34B chest, slim waist and dark long dark hair make her appear to be ten years younger.
In her younger, wilder years she had been quite the party girl. She came to visit us (me and my wife, Barb) some 25 years ago and made off with one of my younger buddies for the evening. My buddy informed me the following day how good a lover she was and how she gave really good head. I was both shocked and excited to hear that my sister-in-law was such a tramp, even back in the promiscuous 70's. His words burned a pornographic picture into my memory. Since then I've often fantasized about her. Knowing this about Sharon, I figured over the years (like most of us) she had mellowed with maturity. After she married The Accountant, I figured her wild ways were a thing of the past.
Sharon's niece (my niece-by-law), Teri is a statuesque platinum blond. She, Sharon and Barb have been close relatives since Teri was born thirty years ago. Teri is also tall, at 5'9, but that's where the similarities end. Teri is built like the proverbial ----house. Her striking good looks coupled with a 38DD-25-35 figure make her every man's fantasy and the envy of most women. Although rather reserved by nature, Teri will get lit once-in-a-blue-moon and let it all hang out. Since Teri is unmarried, the three ladies will get together when Sharon is in town and go out carousing. Their carousing, of late, is usually limited to nothing more than hitting a few bars, getting a little buzz on and coming back home. They enjoy each other's company and ignore the occasional male catcalls and advances.
Tonight was pretty much the same agenda. The only difference this time was that all three girls got totally blitzed. They teased and finagled the regular bar bums out of a ton of drinks. In their condition it was possibly a miracle they made it back to our place in one piece.
"Drink much?" I asked, laughing, as these three beauties stumbled through the front door.
"I think we'll have a party!" Sharon yelled.
"I think you're already having one, Sharon," I noted.
I sat there amazed at the shape they were in. These were conservative dressed women whose wardrobes were completely disheveled. Their blouses were open a few more buttons than respectable and their skirts were hiked up to their thighs. With smudged lipstick and leaking mascara, they looked like common streetwalkers.
