“That was… just amazing,” Sheri sighed softly when Charles untied the blindfold after Celia had gone, blinking her eyes to adjust to the light, quickly looking around but not really expecting to see anyone.
“You were great,” Charles told her. “I didn’t know that you liked eating pussy.”
“I didn’t either,” Sheri replied, looking at him. “No wonder you like it so much. Who was that?” she asked, playing her part.
“You know I can’t tell you that,” Charles said.
“Do you still have enough energy?” Sheri asked, rolling over onto her stomach and pushing her ass up into the air.
“Always,” Charles replied, grinning as he knelt behind his sister and ran his cock into her hungry pussy, pumping her a few times before pulling it out and pressing against her rosebud, sighing as he slid in, feeling the tightness of her ass as he filled it with his cock.
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Sheri couldn’t meet her brother’s eyes as they ate dinner, afraid that her parents would see on her face what she was thinking, what she was wanting. Even though she was eating dinner, she could still taste Celia Adkins’ pussy, could feel the texture under her tongue.
“Sheri, are you okay?” Amy asked after a long sigh from Sheri.
“Oh, sorry, Mom, just a long day,” Sheri replied. “I guess I’m a bit tired.”
“Well, going to bed early won’t hurt you,” Amy told her.
“Maybe you’re right,” she said, getting to her feet. “Good night.”
“Everything okay with you, Charles?” Reginald asked.
“Couldn’t be better, Dad,” Charles replied.
“Well, we’ll see you tomorrow then,” Reginald said, pushing to his feet.
“Tomorrow,” Charles agreed as his parents left the dining room and headed to their own bedroom.
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The next day Sheri was sitting at Suzi’s sipping her coffee when she froze, the cup falling from her numb fingers onto the table, coffee splashing everywhere. Across the street, the door to her brother’s studio was opening and a couple was entering, the door closing behind them.
Mom and dad! How can that be? It must be just a quick visit.
Only it wasn’t. Sheri sat and waited, holding her breath, but the clock moved inexorably and then it was 2:45 and the door to the studio was opening and her parents were coming out. Dad shook Charles’ hand and mom hugged him, kissing him on the cheek before they turned and left.
Sheri came like she had never cum when she inhaled her brother’s cock, tasting herself and at the same time understanding that it was her mother’s pussy she was tasting on her brother’s cock and that it had been last week. Charles was fucking mom and somehow dad was involved.
Sheri’s head was spinning, feeling totally out of control as she sucked her brother off, then fucked him and sucked him off again, then knelt there with her face on the mattress while he fucked her ass for 15 minutes, the whole time images of her mother in the same position flashing through her head.
Sheri suspected that the answers she was looking for were either in her brother’s computer at the studio or in that locked cabinet next to his desk. She had never seen him open it when she had been there and there had to be a reason for the two extra locks.
Sheri tried not to stare at her mother the next morning at breakfast, trying to see her as she imagined she would look but failing.
“Can you give me a lift?” Sheri asked when Charles was ready to leave for his studio, today being one where he had no classes which were always in the morning, by design. “I need some stuff downtown.”
“Sure,” Charles replied. “Glad for the company.”
Sheri found it a bit surreal thinking about everything as they rode into town, Sheri clutching her brother tightly from behind as she sat behind him on his motorcycle, always loving the way the vibrations from the bike affected her pussy. She smiled when they stopped and dismounted and she saw the wet spot where she had been sitting.
She wasn’t sure of how she was going to do it, but she was determined to find out what was going on somehow. She noticed the extra ring on her brother’s key ring as he opened the studio with a key from that ring. She assumed the others were for his security cabinet.
Sheri’s mind was churning as she walked away. It was still early, so she had plenty of time, wandering aimlessly, window shopping but not really seeing anything until she stopped in front of a small, old-fashioned newspaper shop, seeing the Keys Make Here sign propped in the window.
On impulse, she entered, the elderly proprietor greeting her and asking if he could help. Sheri stammered some lame excuse for needing to be able to get a copy of a key without being able to bring the key to the shop. The elderly proprietor smiled benignly, his eyes twinkling behind his thick glasses as he suggested a way around her problem, showing her some items.
Sheri had to lean against the building when she exited the shop to catch her breath, clutching her impulsive purchase to her chest. Controlling her breathing, she relaxed and put the small package into her purse, then slowly strolled back towards the studio, ruminating, different scenarios flickering across her mind.
Suddenly she froze, gasping as a daring plan began to form in her head. Looking at her watch, she saw that it was already 12:30. She had wandered for more than two hours without noticing it. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to Suzi’s, making sure that there was no activity at the studio door before slipping into the cafe and taking her usual seat.
Her stomach was full of butterflies when she got up at 1:05 and slowly made her way across the street to the studio, knowing that up until now everyone had arrived at exactly 1:15.
“Sheri!” Charles exclaimed, his eyes wide when he saw his sister enter, his eyes flicking towards the clock on the wall which read 1:09. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I finished my shopping and I was a bit worn out,” she explained. “I thought maybe I could come by early today, rest my poor, worn-out body on that bed…” she smiled coquettishly.
“Uh, well, yeah, I like that idea,” Charles stammered, “but I actually have some clients coming now. It’s very private. They don’t want anyone to know that they’re here.”
“That’s odd,” Sheri said, frowning.
“You really need to go, come back at 3:00,” Charles said in a near panic as he looked at the clock and saw that it was 1:12. “Oh, shit!” he gasped when he saw the shadows approaching the door. “No time to explain,” he said, grabbing Sheri by the arm and pulling her towards the back of the studio. “Behind the desk, behind the screen, don’t even breath. If they know that you’re here, I’m toast.”
Sheri’s eyes were wide in shock as she stumbled into the back of the studio, quickly making her way to the desk and going around it, crouching down behind the background screen that was there. She could just see the room between the screen and its frame.
Sheri heard voices at the same moment that her eyes saw Charles’ keys sitting on the desk. Not even thinking, she quickly reached out and grabbed them, muffling them in her lap, her heart beating so loudly that she was sure that they’d all hear.
“Yeah, let’s get started,” Sheri heard a deep voice say, daring to peek, seeing a tall, muscular black man standing next to her brother, a hand on his shoulder. “Sometimes I think this is her favorite day of the week,” the black man said, laughing, then stepping out of her view.
Sheri had to stick the heel of her hand in her mouth to stop herself from gasping when she saw the black woman who stepped up to Charles, one hand going to his cheek, the other his crotch as she smiled. “This is my favorite day of the week,” she said, the voice matching the face of the top-rated news presenter in Utah.