I woke that next morning (see 'Sister's Been Bad' for Part 1), anticipating some real excitement. We were lying on our sides, facing and holding onto one another. Sharon was stroking my morning erection. My hands were exploring her warm, soft, smooth body--especially those thighs. My emotions were strong-- I was in love with her. We planned to spend the day together. As she positioned herself and inserted my erection into her warm, wet cavern, her phone rang.
She glanced over--it was her supervisor. "I have to pick up".
"No way!"
Phone rang, then went to message as we kissed, me on top, pressing Sharon back down, as I slowly, rhythmically, pressed in, pulled back, then thrust, this time harder as Sharon met my thrust, pressing herself up to meet my press, the rhythm increasing in intensity until Sharon shrieked, head back, ecstasy, as I, ejaculating, exclaimed "Oh (pause) my (pause) God! We both came--holding on to each other for dear life!
That mood was short-lived. A text. Sharon's supervisor called a meeting, and she had to go in. I got up, showered, made coffee, Next day, I had to travel to a conference. Just as I was about to board the plane back, Sharon called. She asked me to do her favor. Coincidentally, her friend, Natalie, was flying in the same time I was due back. Sharon had offered to pick her up at the airport and drive her over to her mom's house. However, there as another emergency at work. She wouldn't get out in time. Could I drive Natalie instead.
After picking up my luggage, right outside of the carousel area, I looked up and there stands Natalie. Yes, that Natalie, the girl I ran into literally, who appears in the first story I submitted to Literotica.
Natalie was wearing one of those form fitting, spandex, one-piece dresses, hugging her breasts, her flat belly, and her ass, stopping mid-thigh. Natalie was, for me, as erotic a figure as could possible be. She and Sharon could be sisters. She was the same height as Sharon, 5'7", but has blonde hair (Sharon's is very dark brown) and has lighter but tanned skin. I could feel an erection coming on.
Sharon and Natalie were close friends, almost inseparable until Natalie went away to University. They saw each other a couple of times a year now, holidays mainly. Sharon had no idea at this point that Natalie and I had a relationship dating back to that time when I accidentally sent Natalie off to dreamland and an unscheduled nap.
Natalie and I had been seeing each other on the sly, ever since. Natalie was another of my obsessions. I'll be honest with you--those feelings I have for my sister--I had for Natalie too. Natalie was the main character in my sleepy fantasies. Making love to Natalie was intertwined with feelings that were aroused during our first encounter. I was in love with her too!
I was turned on but feeling a bit awkward as we drove toward her mom's house. It was a while since we were intimate with one another. We made small talk--until I took a deep breath and said, "Wait. Why don't you come over to my place so we can catch up; then I'll drive you over to your mom's. You're not in any rush, are you?
Once inside, Natalie spoke, " I've missed you. It's been a while. Really good to see you. Thanks for offering to drive me. I could have taken a taxi."
Fuck! The small talk ended there. We threw our arms around one another and hugged. I just slipped my hands under her dress and found her totally nude--no bra, no panties. I ran my hands all over her body as she just pulled her dress up over her head to reveal in full splendor her gorgeous body. I was so turned on and so hard. She unbuckled my pants, slid her hand right down onto my cock. Then kneeled, pulled my pants down and placed my cock into her mouth and sucked and sucked and gave me head like no one else had ever given me head before. She then pulled me up by my trousers which were down below my knees, over to the sofa and I fell on top of her. She grabbed my cock again and inserted it into her hot, wet, juicy pussy. I rode her very hard.
Then she whispered, "Come down on me--make me cum!"
I obliged. I loved the way she smelled and the way she tasted as I sucked and tongued her clitoris. Unlike Sharon's squeals when she cums, Natalie breathes hard, and in a rapid breathy whisper exclaims, "Oh... Oh... Oh........."
I then reinserted myself and rode Natalie again until I came, hard, exclaiming in my trademark bark, "Oh My God!"
Just then Natalie and I together heard something and turned our heads, looking up and back toward the living room entrance. Sharon was sitting there, cross-legged on the floor, just staring at us and crying. I had given Sharon a key to my place. She was planning to surprise me, in order to pick up where we left off that last visit, before she got called into work! Neither Natalie nor I heard her come in.
"I have to get out of here, she sobbed as she stood up and headed for the door."
Both Natalie and I, in chorus, pleaded, "No, don't go!"
I rolled off Natalie and the couch, landing on the floor. Natalie sat up, grabbed her dress from the floor and pulled it over herself. She rushed over to Sharon who was standing at and facing the entrance door, seemingly frozen. Natalie put her arm around her and tried to comfort her. "It's OK. I love you. Neil and I know each other more than you know. It just happened."
I asked, "How long were you standing there--or sitting there?"
Sharon sobbed, "Jesus! Both of you! I came up here to see you Neil--I was missing you all weekend. And you Natalie, Jesus! "
I just watched from the floor, then pulled my pants back on as I stood up.
I muttered, "Now what?"
Sharon spoke, "I need a drink! I literally almost passed out when I saw you two making love on the sofa there. If hadn't sat down, I would have fallen down."
Natalie chimed in, "I need a drink too"
As did I "Yeah and me, except I don't have much here, just a couple of beers".
Sharon, having regained her composure, suggested "Let's all three of us go to our trusty bar and try to figure out what's going on here, and get plastered!"
Our bar was just a few blocks from my house so we walked. There was that booth in the corner where Sharon and I liked to meet and make out. Sharon and Natalie sat on the couch against the wall. I sat in a chair facing them. Sharon ordered her martini (she learned about Martini's from our mom, who would make herself one almost every evening, I ordered a scotch (Dewer's this time), and Natalie had a glass of wine.
I spoke, "So who's going to start?"