Amy is a college freshman at Cornell. Several months earlier, she and her brother, Peter, completed a four-day road trip to Ithaca from their family home near Las Vegas. Along the way, some things had developed between the two of them. When they arrived, they were not only lovers but deeply in love and hoping for as much of a future together as society and circumstances would allow.
Once in town they met Jackie and Chalita, a married couple who were college friends of their mother, Anne. Jackie was particularly struck with Amy and, for the first time in their 15-year marriage, she asked Chali for permission to be with another woman. Chali agreed on the condition that, for the first time in their 15-year marriage, she could be with a man -- with Peter. Their coordinated seduction attempts both worked and, three months later, Amy and Jackie were still regular lovers.
Previous stories in the series were told in the first person, alternating between Amy's POV and Peter's. I'm hoping it's not too cumbersome to add a third. To help, I've added the person's name, in square brackets, to the top of each individual's narrative.
All characters and events are fictional.
Enjoy!
--- Wednesday ---
[Amy]
It was great to be going home for Thanksgiving. As much as I love Cornell and the whole college scene, I'd left a lot behind in Vegas. Most significantly, my younger brother Peter, with whom I am deeply in love. And with whom I will always have a physical relationship. We've sworn that to each other.
I'm doing great in school; straight A's in my normal classes, of course, but also some advanced course work that will help one day when I get to medical school. I've made a lot of friends, the most precious of all being Jaquisha -- a mentor and lover who was once my mother's college roommate. I've been with her sexually about a dozen times now, almost always on a Saturday afternoon when her wife, Chalita, visits her elderly mother in Syracuse.
Chali is aware that Jackie and I are together this way, and she approves of it, even encourages it, knowing that Jackie somehow craves it despite being deeply, deeply committed to her. Chali has even given me a key to their house so I can come and go as I please and, on two occasions, has enthusiastically joined us in our lovemaking. Mostly, though, she graciously leaves us to ourselves.
Peter is still my one and only male sex partner. I've been asked out by several boys since the start of the semester -- some of them quite attractive -- but I've always declined. There IS this one girl in my chemistry class, though, who I've "dated" a couple times, and I've found that I really, really like her. I mean like "I dream of her at night" sort of like her. We've remained strictly platonic so far but I'm sensing that'll change soon and I'm desperately looking forward to that occasion.
I admit to being a bit unsure how to describe my sexuality - not that I feel the need to label it as one thing or the other. On the one hand, there's Peter. On the other hand, I know I'm attracted only to girls. It's not like I'd call myself bisexual, though, because Peter's the ONLY boy I'm attracted to. So, for better or worse, if you asked for a label, I'd say that I'm a gay girl who is also romantically attracted to her brother. But, like I said, I don't feel the need for a label -- I date girls when I want and I fuck my brother when I can....
My plane landed in Vegas just after 10:30 am and I walked to meet Peter at the agreed upon spot near baggage claim. I had a nagging fear that things might have changed between us; that the flame had gone out; that he'd moved on. His texts and emails said otherwise, but, well, you know... I saw him first and my heart soared; I'd not realized until then that I'd missed him this much and I hoped I could make it through the reunion without crying. He turned my way a moment later and his face lit up in a way that told me the flame had most definitely not gone out!
He wrapped me in a long, hard hug and kissed me lovingly before wrapping me again in his arms.
"Hi, Sweetheart!", I said." I've missed you so much!"
"I couldn't sleep last night. I'm so happy to see you!", he replied. Taking my bag, he said, "Let's go home."
We had twenty-five minutes in traffic to get to our house in Summerlin South, about fifteen miles west of the airport and that gave us time to catch up a bit in person. I told him about Julie, and he was glad I'd found someone. He asked about Jackie and Chali and he smiled when I told him that Chali asked about him all the time.
He told me that Debbie -- his girlfriend - had finally decided the whole "saving oneself for marriage" bit was over-rated and that they were now having sex routinely. Neither had professed love, per se, and they had no long-term prospects but they both enjoyed each other's company and that was good enough. Better than most, actually.
Along the way there was a pause in the conversation, and he looked over and said "I'm really glad to see you, Amy. It's been too long."
I smiled and placed my hand on his too-obvious bulge and replied, "I can see that!" Then, "Will Mom and Dad be home?"
"No. Dad's at work as usual. Mom's leaving work early but still won't be home until 4 pm or so."
"So, we'll have the house to ourselves all afternoon?"
He smiled and nodded. I gave his dick a squeeze, then removed my hand so he could drive.
I should maybe describe my home life. My father is a cardiac surgeon -- a good one who's been very, very successful. Like all great doctors, he works very long hours, day and night, and, so, has very little time at home. Still, there was no point in my life that I've felt abandoned or ignored by him. He's given Mom and Peter and me every minute he could spare, and we all love and respect him for everything he's given to - and for - the family.
My mother is a corporate lawyer specializing in entertainment law and her firm has dozens of big clients in Vegas and LA. She also works long, hard hours but has much more freedom as to when and where she works. She's an awesome mother in every way. Peter and I love her dearly.
Together, they've made us very comfortable. I don't know how much money they make but if it means anything, our house is valued at $13.7 million on Zillow. And it's paid off. It has 9,000 square feet, 7 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms, a gourmet kitchen, movie theater, twenty-five-meter lap pool with spa off a huge patio, a gym with attached sauna, a snooker room, etc... One of its best features is a detached guest house out past the pool that Peter and I have used many times to party with friends without disturbing Mom and Dad.
I don't mean to brag and I'm not. I'm not responsible for any of this; I'm just the lucky recipient, a winner in the birth lottery. I mention it all just to emphasize that Peter and I have never wanted for anything.
We got home at noon and Peter carried my bag to my room. I told him I needed ten minutes to shower and brush and asked him to bring a couple glasses of wine. By the time I was out of the bathroom just a few minutes later, Peter was on the edge of my bed, watching the bathroom door like a puppy who'd been left at home alone.
He stood up and slid the bathrobe off my shoulders and studied my naked body. I could feel my nipples stiffen as he reached to brush the sides of my breasts with his fingertips.
"I'd forgotten how sensational you are, Amy."
"I've waited months for this moment. I'm all yours, as promised."
He moved closer and I tilted my head back for a kiss, feeling myself flood in anticipation of what we were about to share with each other. Our sex together in August had been patient and loving and passionate and driving and powerful and explosive and I craved what my brother was about to do to me.
His lips had just touched mine, my tongue had just brushed his, when we heard the garage door opening.
"What the hell?", I asked.
"I don't know but get dressed. It's got to be Mom. I'll keep her busy for a few seconds."
"No! You can't go down there like that!" I said, pointing to the bulge in his pants. "Go to your room until it goes down."
I threw on the clothes I'd travelled in and rushed out of my bedroom at about the same time Mommy hit the bottom of the stairs. "Mommy!" I squealed. "Oh! It's so nice to see you!"
"Amy! Honey! I'm so glad you're home! Your father and I have missed you so much!" She gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek and pulled me towards the kitchen. "Come! Tell me! How was your flight? How's school? Have you made friends?"
And so forth. We sat at the kitchen table to catch up, me trying to keep up with which question to answer next. Peter joined us just a few minutes later and the three of us talked for over two hours. We were both disappointed at our lost opportunity but, like I said before, we both really love our mother and time spent with her is always a joy. None-the-less, we did share a few "Aw, shucks" sorts of smiles and more than a few "wait 'til I get my hands on you" sorts of leers.
It was just before 3 pm when Mommy took a phone call and told us that she had to step out for a while, that she had some papers for a client to sign and would be home as soon as she could. Thirty minutes, maybe. Forty minutes, max. She grabbed her purse and a folio, kissed each of us on the cheek, and left.
"I guess we'll need to wait some more. Thirty minutes isn't nearly enough time for what I have planned for you.", he said.
"Thirty minutes is PLENTY for me to do THIS though!", I responded as I pulled his shorts and underwear to the floor. He stepped out of them as I dropped to my knees and fed his cock into my mouth.
"Oh, fuck, Amy! Oh, fuck that feels so good!"
I backed him out and looked him in the eyes. "I love the way you taste, Peter. Enjoy this; I'll get mine later."
He was erect in an instant and I slid him all the way in, feeling the last inch or two slide down my throat. It was divine! I'd dreamed of this for months and wanted nothing more than to feel him shoot his load down my throat, to taste his salty/sweet cum coating my tongue. My nipples were like stones and my pussy was soaked and suddenly ...
"Hello! Anyone home?" a male voice roared from a few rooms away.
"Oh, holy shit! It's Dad!", Peter whispered. I stood up and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand while Peter picked up his shorts and ran to the bathroom, his dick swinging back and forth as he ran. I didn't have a mirror, but I knew I must look disheveled and flushed but there was no time to fix any of it. I ran toward where Daddy would be, hoping that, on arrival, he wouldn't smell dick on my lips. I'm fairly sure he didn't, but I'm also certain he DID notice how erect my nipples were. A girl can tell when a guy peeks and, yes, even fathers can't help themselves at times. Men are pigs!
"Daddeeee!", I yelled as I ran to him, figuring that making a big scene now might cover any evidence we left behind.
"Amy, my love! Hi! Welcome home, Honey!"
I jumped into his arms like I used to do as a little girl and he held me tight in a warm embrace, spinning me around several times in the process, ending up with me facing back towards the kitchen. Thank God, because that's just when Peter momentarily zipped back into the kitchen to recover the underwear he'd neglected to take with him.
"I'm so happy you're home! Mommy said you were working until supper time."
"I'm sorry, Honey. I have to go back. I had a few spare minutes to come home and hug my little girl. How was your trip?"
"Oh, Daddy! That's so sweet! Thank you!", I said, giving him a harder hug. "And the trip was fine."
