I opened my eyes and I realized that I was alone in a bedroom that I didn't recognize. My eyes slowly shut again and I subconsciously replayed what happened last night. Making Natalie scream as we fucked missionary style, Trish riding my dick with her tits bouncing all over the place and them sharing my cum. Finally, I remembered what Natalie said before we all fell asleep, '...you know our dirty secret.'
Their dirty secret.
I tried to think what that meant. Natalie and Trish's kiss last night, them eagerly exploring the other's mouths with their tongues. Was that their dirty secret? That they make out every once and awhile. Or was there more than that? My mind raced as I thought about all the possibilities, Natalie eating out Trish as I fucked her, mum & daughter 69-ing as I watched, and Trish fucking her daughter with a strap-on. I reopened my eyes and I saw that I was rock-hard; maybe I'm into incest.
The two of them sharing my cum last night was my first time being exposed to that particular taboo. All my previous experience with incest had been horrifying news stories and Game of Thrones. But, the thought of Natalie and Trish getting together is something that I honestly want. Working it out in my head, I realized that I shouldn't force it and see what my sexy, slutty hosts have planned for me.
But, where were they?
I pulled the covers off and I realized that I was naked. Looking for my clothes, I found them neatly folded on top of a bureau. Getting dressed, I cautiously opened the door and poked my head through. I didn't see anyone else, was I alone? Taking another step, I could hear faint music coming from downstairs. Taking a step closer, I heard two people talking.
Hoping that it was Trish and Natalie, I crept down the stairs and heard that the voices were coming from the kitchen. Psyching myself up, I confidently walked in the direction of the kitchen. I found both blondes sitting around the kitchen island, drinking coffee. After last night, I found it weird that they weren't nude; wearing PJ pants, t-shirts and a robe. They still looked incredibly sexy.
"Morning," I said.
They both turned to me and nervously smiled. I could tell that there were both anxious at my presence, Natalie even more so than her mother. I guess she was worried about work. Having sex with your boss is one thing, having a threesome with your mother and your boss, where you take part in some light-incest; that is something you can't really tell HR. Her career could easily be ruined. Also, her personal life should anyone know the smallest detail of what had happened last night.
"Would you like some coffee, Callum?" Trish asked. There was a crack in her usual confident façade. Her hands were trembling as she handed me a coffee mug. She glanced at her daughter; I assumed that she was scared of what could happen to her.
I sense that the reason they were walking on eggshells around me was that they were trying to gauge my reaction.
"So...," I said, looking at their concerned faces, "What you two are getting up today?" I asked, smiling at them.
"We were thinking about going to Magnificent Mile and checking out the Black Friday sales," Trish replied, sounding more confident than before. "We got a lot of leftovers so dinner won't be a problem."
"You should join us," Natalie asked, giving me a hopeful look.
"I'd love to but..." I said before pausing. I always hated going shopping with girlfriends, spending the whole day bouncing from shop to shop at Westfields. But, I knew I wouldn't mind doing that with these two. The only problem was that I really needed a shower after last night. Also, I swear I have a cum stain on my jeans.
"I want to head off home and have a shower, also put on some fresh clothes," I explained.
"Oh," My beautiful team member whispered, sounding incredibly disappointed.
"How about this? We'll take my car into the city and stop off at my condo. It's near the shopping district. I'll take a quick shower, get changed and then we'll go out shopping?" I suggested, watching them slowly begin to smile. "We can bring the leftovers and have dinner there?"
"Perfect," they both said.
--
About three hours later, I was standing outside Nordstrom, waiting for my gorgeous girls. We were in Chicago, specifically on Michigan Avenue. The locals call it the Magnificent Mile, it reminded me of Oxford Street, lots of shops, pavement filled with shoppers and sales.
After Trish made me a quick breakfast, whispering to me that I'll need strength for later, we jumped into my BMW and drove to the city. Both Trish and Natalie looked dressed to impress, tight jeans, knee-high boots and clingy jumpers. I really wished we could have forgotten about shopping and stayed home and play, but I didn't want to push my luck. I knew I had to be calm and go with the flow.
During the ride, Trish would probe me about my family, my job and how long I intend to stay in Chicago. Natalie was also at it, asking me about what music I listen to, the last film I saw in the cinema and what I get up to in the weekends. I knew what they were doing; they wanted to know what kind of person I am, what I'm into and if they can trust me. I remembered Natalie's face after she shared my cum with her mother, there was a quick look of horror. Like she was terrified that I might run out of that room screaming. I answered all their questions, asked some myself, trying my best to be charming and open.
When we were in Bloomingdale's, Natalie grabbed me by the arm and dragged me to the women office wear part of the store. She was acting very flirty with me, lots of eye contact, her hands were all over me and some gentle teasing. My busty, blonde analyst then started asking for my opinion as she picked out some tops for the office. Natalie was treating me like her boyfriend, which I did not mind at all. Seeing Natalie show me some low-cut blouse, I thought about McAllen for the first time and if I could fuck her at work.
After that, we headed into Saks. Natalie disappeared somewhere near the shoes, leaving me with a lustful Trish. She flashed me a dirty look and she led me to a rack of dresses. Just like her daughter, she pulled out some dresses and asked for my opinion. But unlike Natalie, Trish was not subtle with her questions. She literally showed me a strapless dress and asked me if my dick is hard. But between all Trish's naughty jokes, rubbing her arse against my groin and asking me to
help
her out in the dressing room, she would inquire about Natalie. Trish wanted to know how I felt about her and if I want to spend more time with her. It was remarkable to see her turn from a slutty MILF to a concerned mother.
We then moved to Nordstrom and I was told to wait outside, Natalie said that they'd be there for like 10 minutes. As I waited for them, I remembered what Trish had asked me. What do I think about her daughter? I slowly realized that after spending the last days with Natalie, I definitely wanted to ask her out. It wasn't just sex; I like being around her. Obviously, I still also want to fuck her mother, but I think Natalie would be okay with that.
I saw them leave the store, grinning at me as they walked. They were talking amongst themselves as they pointed me. Maybe I can convince them to forget any more shopping and take them up to my condo.
"Where now, ladies?" I asked, smiling at them they handed me their bags.
They gave each other a look. Again using their mum/daughter telepathy, planning something that probably involved me. Both mother and daughter then turned their attention to me and giggled.
"Callum, can you get us some coffee?" Natalie asked, trying to suppress her giggling.
--
I sat at the table alone, with a low-fat vanilla macchiato, a low-fat cappuccino and an expresso in front of me. I tried to think about what they had planned for me, new lingerie, some bedroom toys or maybe another partner for our sexual playtime? Shit, I don't think that I could handle three women, especially if they are as sex-crazed as these two.
As I waited for them, I flicked through my phone. After picking my fantasy football team for the weekend, I checked Instagram. I saw a new photo from Lucy. It was of her modeling her gym clothes, a low cut tank top and tight yoga pants. To anyone else, she's a hot Instagram model/receptionist, but to me, she's my half-sister. A big emphasis on the half bit. We don't have much of a relationship, some messages, money requests and the occasional meetup in some pub where she would ask for money.
Still preoccupied about Natalie and Trish's relationship, I wondered if I was that interested in incest. I stared at the image for minutes and tried to think of her sexually, naked, maybe riding my cock. Nothing. Thinking about my estranged, objectively hot, half-sister kept my dick flaccid, but then I started imagining mum and daughter in a 69 position and I felt my cock nearly popped out of my jeans. Maybe I'm only interested in incest when I'm not involved.
"Hey,"
I looked up and saw Natalie smiling down on me. She leaned in and gave me a short kiss on the lips. That was our first piece of non-platonic contact of the day, which is weird. She sat down in front of me and reached for her coffee, instinctively picking the right one. I watched her take a sip, Natalie humming as she enjoyed the taste.
"Where's Trish?" I asked.
"She's just finishing up something," Natalie vaguely answered, she had that same mischievous twinkle in her eye that I caught earlier. "Bet you have like a thousand questions."
"I do. But I just want to ask one question." I replied. I then stood up and took the seat next to Natalie. She swirled in her chair and scooted a bit closer to me. "You said last night that you have a crush on me... like since we first met. Is that true?"
Natalie blushed and then asked, "Do you know Michelle Halloran?"
"Michelle?" I nodded, remembering the name — a very supple brunette with green eyes and a crescent moon tattoo. We spent a couple of weeks confined in my bedroom, just straight up fucking. She wasn't interested in a relationship, nor was I. We soon ended it, each looking for a different bed partner.
"She's a friend of mine. She told me that she hooked up with some handsome Brit, who in her words is a great fuck. Michelle showed me a photo and when I moved to your floor, there you where," Natalie said, "I wanted to find out the truth," she gave me a naughty grin.
"And your mother...," I replied, running my hand up her thigh.
"Hmm," Natalie looked away for a moment, then back at me. "Mom just got too enthusiastic. I think it was your accent. I want to be honest with you. I was hoping to take you to a bar after dinner; we have some drinks and then maybe I show you my bedroom," she grinned. "I didn't expect Mom to join in, but I'm okay she did."
