Claire paced the floor in our living room biting at her nails. This was how she worried; she paced, thought, and always had something between her lips. June and Meg sat on the couch watching her as I made coffee in the kitchen.
"Everything will be fine," I said walking in with two cups. I set one down on the coffee table for my wife and stood next to the couch sipping on mine. Meg looked up at me and then back at her mother.
"It's not going to be fine, it's a big problem," Meg said flatly.
Meg was right, I was wrong. My wife's sister moving in was going to completely change the dynamic of the house. Susan, Claire's older sister, was as straight an arrow as I'd ever met. She was professional, proper, went to church every week. Her idea of excitement and cutting loose was going for drinks after dinner but would still be home by nine. Even June and Meg described their Aunt Susan as boring. She was moving in because her husband was asking for a divorce so she was going to be boring and depressed.
"She's going to ruin everything. If she caught us she would absolutely freak out," June complained.
"It's only temporary. She's not staying forever. We can be...normal for a couple of weeks, right?" I asked.
Claire gave me one of those looks that instantly conveyed her belief that it was going to be a lot longer than a couple of weeks.
Meg huffed, "We were having so much fun and now the Aunt Susan - and I love her but...wow, sooo boring is going to...there is no way we can do anything when she is here, Mom. You know that."
Claire stopped pacing and took a sip of her coffee then set it down and looked at us. "All that will change is we'll have to be quiet, everyone has to sleep in their own bed, and we have to...be...very careful."
"Meg figured out something was up with me and dad on the third night Mom! 'Careful' won't do it....she's going to - I mean I love her, but fuck mom!" June was really not happy. "We love sleeping with you both all night. I haven't even slept in my own room for what, three months and now June and I will have to move into one room so Aunt Susan can have a bed and..."
"Everything will be fine, it's not that big of a deal," my wife said with a tone she like she didn't even believe it.
"Not for you," Meg huffed again, "You'll be getting dick every night! We're going to be lucky to get in their once a week with her here!"
I looked down at Meg and deadpanned, "You know, you could call child protective services and report that your stepdad isn't fucking you enough. They would have to do something about that," then sipped my coffee.
All three of them looked me and burst out laughing.
"Alright," Claire said, "enough whining - let's get ready, she'll be here in a few hours. We have things to do."
"It's not fair, Dad," Meg said pulling on my arm.
"We'll figure something out, Princess," I said kissing her on the head.
I took Meg's bed apart and re-attached it as an upper bunk to June's - a handy benefit from keeping their childhood furniture. Then moved the queen size bed we had placed next to the master king and moved it into Meg's room. The girls moved clothes and cleaned up the essential stuff in the bathroom, making a place for their Aunt there so she's feel welcomed.
Of course, we had to clean up and put away all of the camera and lighting gear and pull up tape from the floors from all of our homemade porn productions. The girl's rooms had been used for the getting dressed for school and for our amateur porn productions and it showed.
Claire's job was evidence removal. She had to make a new chore chart that didn't include "CSD" (Cum Slut Duties) but we had all memorized that part of the list by then anyway. As Claire pulled the thumb drive from the TV meg sighed, "I'm going to miss our after-dinner couch rides, Daddy," June said referring to her bouncing up and down on my cock while she watched a compilation video of me cumming on her face - one of her favorite things to do.
"Yes and I am going to miss watching you do it, Baby," Claire said as June wrapped me up in a hug.
"And I'm going to miss the cumswapping kissing that always happened after one of your couch rides!" Meg yelled from the bedroom.
"Lock the door at night and you you two can do whatever you want in there!" I yelled back.
"Quietly!" her mother yelled.
June smiled at me and shuddered, "Oh I forgot about that part. Meg does know how to lick my pussy so good!"
"Oh, you will be returning the favor, Slut!" Meg called back.
The four of us had become so free and open with the sex in the house over the past few months that it was hard to imagine behaving ourselves with company. The girls insisted on strict compliance with the schedule on the chore chart and my 'therapy' was never neglected, but basically I was living in a harem that did whatever I wanted. The lines between us as a family, Claire and my marriage, our dual roles as parents and sexual partners with the girls, it had all become very...blurry.
It was nothing for one of my teenage stepdaughter's to be stroking my cock while we watched tv. I could walk up to any one of them, push them gently to the floor, and they would know to suck my cock for me whenevr I felt like it. We all slept together. I would come in from doing yard work to find Claire in bed with one of the girls, or both of them. And just a week ago I got turned on watching June doing dishes in her panties and a tight tank top, so I took her right there. I stepped out of my pants, got behind her, pulled her panties to the side and fucked her right there at the sink while her mother watched sitting on a bar top stool right in front of us.
Susan was likely to be here for a month or more so we were going to have to pull it together, at least while she was around.
