Joey pushed his chair back from the table to give his sister room. Becky stood in front of her brother, hands on her hips. She shook her head at him. “You’re so bad.”
“Yet you’re the one who got spanked, sis,” Joey said. He grinned at her knowingly.
For a moment, I saw Becky’s confident veneer falter. She tried to tuck her pale blonde hair behind her ear.
“Can I maybe get some music?” she asked.
“I don’t want to wake up your parents,” Sierra said.
Holy crap. We’d gotten so into this, I’d forgotten the elder Wisniewskis were sleeping off their turkey binge in the master bedroom, up the stairs and all the way down the hall.
“If they haven’t woken up by now,” I said, letting my sentence trail off.
“I’ll put it on low,” Sierra said. She picked up her phone and picked something with a pulsing beat. Then she turned over the timer.
Becky is an athletic girl. She can usually keep up with me on runs and she was a cheerleader in high school. But she has zero rhythm. I mean none.
I guess with these things it usually turns into a strip tease, but Becky had nothing that she could strip. She wasn’t taking off her underwear for her brother. So, instead, she just swayed her hips from side to side. Ran her hands up and down her body. She looked more uncomfortable than sexy. For a moment, it looked like a total bust.
Then Joey reached out and grabbed his sister’s waist, pulling her forward. The dance dissolved. Joey ran his hands over Becky’s body. Her bare arms and stomach. Becky lowered her crotch over her brother’s and they both began to grind again. I saw Joey’s hands close over his older sister’s tiny tits. He pinched her nipples through the bra, and she groaned.
They were right back to where they’d been before, humping together through their underwear. Both sweating, eyes focused only on each other. Bodies building a rhythm.
“That’s time guys,” Sierra said.
The siblings kept going.
“Guys?” Sierra said. Finally, she waved them down. “Stop!”
Reluctantly, Becky peeled herself off her brother. She fell into her chair. They kept looking at each other, though. Becky’s hand was now right on Joey’s boxer-covered crotch. She was slowly stroking him up and down. Lazy, like she didn’t even realize she was doing it.
“I don’t suppose we could get another minute?” Joey asked, panting.
“Game’s over,” Sierra said, shaking her head. Becky stopped rubbing her brother’s dick. But she didn’t take her hand away.
“Fun game!” Becky said, a bit too forced.
“So, who won?” Joey asked.
“Well, we didn’t exactly finish,” Sierra said, “But I guess whoever is in first at the end of the game is the winner. Not that it means anything. It’s not like there’s a prize.”
The relief washed over me. OK, we’d had some dirty fun. It was over the line at times, but not too bad. No one had gotten naked. Nobody had cum. I felt Sierra’s boobs, she grabbed my dick, and the sibs both dry humped for a bit. That was definitely not appropriate. But it wasn’t terrible. We’d come out of it safe. I really swear I felt that way. That we’d had just the right amount of risque excitement and could now go back to our regular, riskless lives.
I took a deep breath. Let my shoulders relax. I didn’t realize how tense I was until that moment. This was fine. It had been fun! We blew off steam, yes, but we didn’t blow up my marriage.
“Joey and I are both on the same square,” Becky said.
“So, you both win,” Sierra said. She started packing up the board.
“We tied,” Becky said, with a smile.
“Well, you know what they say about ties,” Joey said.
Then, before anyone could react, he turned to his sister and kissed her full on the lips. This was no little peck. It was a full, passionate kiss. Becky squirmed for a moment, then calmed. She reached her hand down and started rubbing her brother’s dick through his boxers.
I was about to interrupt when I felt Sierra’s hands on my bare chest. She looked at me, eyes overflowing with passion, and kissed me. Her tongue teased at my mouth and I let it slip in.
“It’s OK,” she said, softly. “Let it be OK.”
Her hands dragged down my chest and found the waistband of my boxers. She pushed them down, then grabbed my naked, aching dick with both hands.
“I wasn’t kidding before,” Sierra said, “You have a great cock.”
I forced myself to look away from the beautiful brunette. My wife had stripped off her brother’s shorts and was stroking him up and down, as well. They were still kissing, passionately, like they were alone in the house. In the universe.
Sierra got my attention back. She reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. Her magnificent breasts spilled free. Wow. Her tits were enormous, but they were also surprisingly round and physics-defyingly perky. Topped with cherry red nipples. I reached up and squeezed her bare tits while she stroked my dick. I wasn’t going to last long.
Again, the siblings had mirrored us. I saw that Joey had gotten his sister’s bra off. Becky’s little boobs and pale pink nubs were totally exposed. Joey suckled one of them while his sister jacked him off.
I supposed I ought to do the same and brought my mouth to Sierra’s nipple. The gorgeous girl groaned as I sucked on her boob.
“So good,” she said.
Slowly, Sierra spread her legs, inviting my fingers to return the favor she was giving me. I didn’t hesitate. Just reached across and pulled her red panties aside.
Sierra’s pussy gaped open, dripping with girl goo. She was shaved completely bare; of course, she was. Her labia were puffy and near perfect. Her little clit was poking out, like saying hello.