For a moment, I thought about going down on her, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea. I decided to play it safe and reached over with my fingers. I gently probed at her pussy, gradually working my way up to her clit. When I made contact, she gasped, loudly. Her grip on my cock slowed.
The next thing I head was Joey.
“Come on, sis,” he said. Almost a whine.
“I don’t know,” Becky said.
They were both still in their seats, but Joey’s hands were behind Becky’s head and he was steering her down to his cock. Becky looked over at me, warily. Then she went back to staring down at her brother’s turgid shaft.
“Come on sis,” Joey said again, “Give me a blowie for my birthday.”
It sounded like a pretty stupid argument to me, but it worked well enough for my wife. Becky opened her mouth and slurped up her brother’s dick. Noisily, she began sucking up and down on him. Joey’s eyes rolled back in his head.
“Oh God, yes,” he said, “Becks, you’re the best.”
“Uh huh,” My wife said, mouth full of her brother’s dick.
I looked over at Sierra, hoping we’d get to match the other couple one last time. Instead, the beautiful brunette didn’t move. In fact, she was stroking my dick even less — totally focused on how I was rubbing her pussy. I started to bend down, myself. After all, I had no problem with oral. But Sierra shook her head.
I redoubled my efforts on her clit. I felt her body tighten around my hand. Her eyes went soft. I was getting her there, no doubt. She kept her grip on my cock, but now it was more like holding onto the safety bar on the roller coaster. So tight it was almost painful for me.
Joey was the first to go. I heard him grunt, then let out a low groan. I glanced over at my wife, surprised. I knew she didn’t like to swallow. I kept waiting for her to pull off her brother’s dick and finish him with her hand. Instead, Joey moaned, thrust up with his hips, and emptied his seed into his sister’s waiting mouth.
Becky choked for a moment, then dutifully gulped down her brother’s spend. Joey clearly came a lot, pumping into his sister so much I saw a small drip escape the side of her mouth and run down her chin.
My petite wife looked up at her brother with nothing but love. They smiled at each other. Then looked over at their significant others.
I was really rubbing Sierra hard now. One hand in her pussy, the other on her clit. Pumping and pressing as fast as I could. Her own hands were now on her tits. She pulled at her nipples like they were cherry taffy.
“Oh fuck!” she cried. Her legs, her arms, her eyes — they all slammed closed. She underwent what looked like a little seizure. Then stilled.
Her beautiful green eyes popped open. Her pupils dilated with lust.
“Oh wow,” Sierra said. “That was really…” She stopped herself, remembering she had an audience. “That was nice.”
“I’m glad,” I said, meaning it.
The gorgeous girl looked over and saw my cock, still hard as a rock. “I guess I lost track of things, in the moment,” Sierra said.
“It’s OK,” I said. My wife and her brother were both watching us now, hands to themselves. Something told me the moment was over. I would not be getting off. I was sad, for sure, but also kind of relieved. Maybe cumming isn’t a good idea, I thought, with remarkable clarity.
Sierra smiled at me, shyly. “I’ll owe you one,” she whispered. I hoped my wife hadn’t heard.
We all slowly stood up, like we’d just been wrestling. Our muscles sore. Bodies aching. My balls felt like they were going to burst, they were pulsing so hard. I willed myself to let it go.
Silently, we all gathered up the boardgame stuff and the alcohol and cleaned up. We did not want the Wisniewski parents finding any evidence of this adventure in the morning.
When we were done, we picked up our clothes. Becky pulled her bra on, but we all stayed in our underwear. Joey gave his sister a chaste little kiss on the cheek. Sierra shared the same with me. The college couple tromped off to Joey’s bedroom down the hall. Becky and I went to the guest room on the other side.
Still in our underwear, we quietly climbed into bed.
We lay in the darkness, silent. My hard-on wasn’t going anywhere, but somehow I knew that asking Becky for a little assistance was out of the question. I looked up at the pockmarked ceiling and hoped that, if sleep wouldn’t show up, at least the night might go quickly.
“Well, that was weird,” Becky said. She was staring upwards as well. Arms straight at her sides. Both of us in nearly the same position in the strange, musty bed.
“Very odd,” I agreed.
“I’m sorry. I let it go too far,” Becky said, “With everything going on and the alcohol. I lost control. That was bad.”
“No, it’s OK,” I said, “I mean, we both crossed a line.”
“Yes, we did,” Becky said, “You’re not mad?”
“Maybe a little jealous?” I said, thinking specifically of the fact that my wife’s breath probably smelled of her brother’s cum right then. “But no. Like I said, we both did it.”
“It wasn’t so bad,” Becky said, “Maybe?”
Again, I had to agree. I know it’s weird to say what we did was dodging a bullet. But honestly, it really felt like we’d ended up with the lesser of about five-hundred other potential evils. I felt weirdly thankful in that bed. I truly did.
“I told you so,” I said with a chuckle, “About your brother.”
Becky laughed. “And you got your sexy Sierra.”
I turned to her, serious. “I love you,” I said.
“I know,” Becky said, “But still. How was it being with your little crush girl?”
“Fine?” I said, “I don’t know. How was it being with your brother?”
“Weird,” Becky said, “Strangely familiar but also definitely strange. It was… I can’t describe it. Like, just touching him, I could feel the genetic connection. It was more like feeling a part of myself than a stranger. Something about that made everything seem really, super wrong. Almost sickening. But that pumped up the allure of the whole thing, too. I can’t describe it.”
“Sounds intense,” I said.
“Do you wish it had gone further?” Becky asked, as if it had just occurred to her.
“With Sierra?”
My wife rolled her eyes at me. I didn’t know how to answer. There didn’t seem to be a response that didn’t get me in trouble. But not answering would be deemed equally as damning.
“I wish I’d gotten off,” I said, “My dick is killing me. But, like, what do you mean by further? Like sex? I don’t know.”
“Be honest,” Becky said, “Seriously, after what happened tonight, I literally can’t get mad.”
“Maybe?” I said, “But then I think about it and I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to be disappointed. If that makes sense.”
“Sorta,” Becky said.
“Do you?” I asked, “Wish it could have gone further?”
“With my brother?!” Becky asked, “Ew. No.”