In the first chapter of this story, I told you about my situation. I shared the fact that I live with my very-remarkable wife Angel and my sister, Scarlett. I told you about the circumstances that led up to Scarlett becoming my -- rather,
our
-- lover. I went on in detail, although a lot of people would have liked
more
details, about Scarlett and the life the three of us lead now. Just to be clear, I gave you the full details.
In any of the previous chapter, did I ever happen to mention that my amazing wife and naughty baby -- I dare not call her "kid" -- sister happen to be
out of their effing minds?!
No. Allow me then, the chance to discuss this further while I have the opportunity to jot all of this down without them reading over my shoulder. They are out in our spool, splashing about with a new "visitor". I've got a bit of time to myself, so here's hoping what I'm about to reveal will entertain all of you.
I recounted all of my adventures with Angel and Scarlett up to this point and I'm sure that I must have told you that it's a bit hard to adjust to the fact that my younger sister is now, as she describes it, my
fuck toy
. I'm becoming more accepting of that fact, little by little.
When my petite and sexy, flame-haired sibling is on top of me, riding my cock, screaming out my name while my wife is playing with her tits and they're making out like they're doing porn, it's hard not to accept the reality as it exists. Some didn't believe me when I said Scarlett has the body of a porn star. I should have said that they
both
do. My wife works for a few porn stars on a part-time basis and I'd put either of my girls in their league. Angel also was smart enough to ask for some pointers and Scarlett, she devours any erotic thing she can get her hands on. She's almost gone through our extensive porn library and most of Angel's erotica collection. Scarlett tells me that she's happy that I shared our story and that she'd like to try her own hand at writing soon. I told her when she thinks she's ready, I'll gladly cede the computer to her and let her contribute some words about our happy, nutso little family.
My wife and sister have much higher sex drives than I do and mine is nothing to sneeze at. I love sex, but I practically live with two nymphomaniacs. They choose another term, a "badge of honor we're both proud to wear", in Angel's words. My girls are happy to call themselves
sluts.
As long as I get as much sex as a guy like me can handle, I'm not going to be stupid enough to make an issue out of it.
I've been involved with a rather large case as of late and as the newest partner, a lot of the work fell in my lap. Some of the younger associates, a few paralegals we hired to help and my assistant Janine have taken a lot of the heavier stuff away from me, but not all of it. The buck still has to stop here.
I came home from work a few days ago and I was
bushed
. All that I wanted out of life was a swim, a drink and dinner -- in that order. I didn't even check for the girls, I just went upstairs, put on my swim trunks and hit the pool. The water was very refreshing and after about 30 minutes had passed, I went inside for a much-needed beer. When I left the kitchen with my beer, I went into the living room and I saw that dinner might have to wait. The ladies in my life were both wearing skimpy teddies and bedroom slippers. I was allowed to drink my beer, but only
just
. I was then dragged upstairs where they put on a hot (is there any other kind) lesbian show for me. Scarlett had been shopping that day and purchased her first strap-on. She proceeded to show my wife that her unbridled enthusiasm had not waned one whit in the weeks she had been staying with us. With whoops and hollers, Scarlett fucked the holy hell out of Angel's tight snatch and begged to fuck her ass. Angel begged off, saying she wanted to be able to sit for dinner. Then, I got a wonderful dual blowjob and my sister's fiery body rode my face while Angel took care of my dick. We didn't finish that way, as I recall.
Dinner was a marvelous Italian meal, one of Angel's specialties. She is half-Italian on her mom's side and she doesn't make ANY of it using canned supplies. Everything is fresh and for our first anniversary, she wanted a pasta maker. When she looks at me with her beautiful eyes and uses "that voice" on me, she gets what she wants. I didn't think it was very romantic, but Angel has a practical side that surprises me. Just to be clear, she also got diamond earrings. I'm not a total idiot.
After dinner, the girls were all over me, flirting, nibbling and teasing me with those incredible, irresistible bodies of theirs. They moved all over the room, dancing and showing off bodies that no sane man would say no to. As I just stated plainly, "irresistible". What sane man -- or bi-sexual woman -- would say no?
Quick answer -- me. Me, myself -- I did. I resisted. I said no and saw two sets of eyes open wide.
"Baby, Scarlett, you know that I love you both, but it would take an Act of God and the stamina of a porn stud to make me perform tonight," I explained to my dejected duo. "I've worked my ass off for the past few days, I've given you all I could in the bedroom, including a few short hours ago -- but I'm only human." I saw my saucy sibling about to comment and I stared her down. "I'm not kidding, Scarlett -- Angel -- I'm done in. All that this guy wants to do by way of a bed is to
sleep
in one. I have court in a few days and I don't want to represent my client looking like someone out of a zombie flick."
"Pooh!" was my sister's reaction to that, although I realized she respected my beliefs and opinions that I was simply not up to it tonight. I saw her kiss Angel and they began to make out, tongues mingling and bodies entwining. The two lovers marched upstairs and I followed, more out of curiosity than desire. The two of them were already in our bed when I got there. Angel shook her head.
"We're both horny as cats in heat, but we understand, don't we kid?" Angel said to Scarlett. Even now, I still don't understand how she gets away with calling Scarlett "kid" and I get a look that would sour milk I do the same. "We're going to fuck, trib, lick and whatever else two horny bi bitches can think to do -- but you're off the hook. Go down the hall to Scarlett's room and close the door -- we'll see you in the morning."
"You're kicking me out of my own bedroom?" I asked rather incredulously.
Angel and Scarlett both nodded as they moved closer together. "You know how -- rambunctious -- we both get," Angel answered as my sister giggled in near-hysterics. "Once the two of us go all out, we're going to make a fair amount of noise and move about. We might end up falling out of bed if we use Scarlett's bed, so why don't you sleep in there and get some rest?"