Walking out of his bedroom ten minutes later, thankfully having put on some shorts, he hugged everyone except Cindy and myself, thanking them for coming to his party and hoping they had a good time. They all assured him they had, and the group eventually left with Mike assuring they would be invited to his next party, if they would be interested in attending.
Waking with only Cindy in my bed the next morning, we spent time snuggling, aware that Mike and his other guests had remained awake and having fun long after we’d close the bedroom door. Still feeling the lingering effects of the previous day, though we were naked and both of us hard, we only kissed and cuddled.
We only got out of bed when Mike knocked on the door, announcing he was preparing a little breakfast. Getting out of bed and dressing, the fact we walked into the kitchen to find eight men including Mike had Cindy giggling, as I’m fairly sure we both made assumptions. Mike smirked in my direction as he dished up a lot of bacon and eggs.
“Have a good time, Mike?” Cindy asked.
“Think it’s safe to say that we all had a great time yesterday,” he replied, glancing around the dining table, “Yep, I think we all had a great time.”
Finishing our meal, Cindy and I needed a shower before departing. Thanking Mike for his hospitality, we both gave him a hug. I wouldn’t see him again until returning to work, but we’d stay in contact like always. On the way home, we stopped to check in on my sister. She looked miserable upon opening the door, immediately holding her tight, Cindy hugging her at the same time. At least she’d stopped crying.
Her daughters ran up to give us both a hug. They were smart kids and knew what was up. I knew Jane wouldn’t tell them why their father had left, at least. Offering us lunch, Cindy and I smiled and told her we’d love to say. As Cindy helped her prepare it, I played with the kids. Well, more with Nicole than Emily, the latter spending most of the time on her phone, no doubt messaging my son constantly.
“Did you like your presents?” I had to ask. She glanced my way, her cheeks glowing. “Share anything important with someone?”
“I love him, Uncle Mark. And he said he loves me.”
“That’s lovely to hear. I hope you’re happy together.”
“Auntie Megan has already offered to have me live with her so I can be with him while we’re at university.”
She’d mentioned that to me but wasn’t sure if she’d made the offer to Emily. “What does your mother think?”
“She’ll miss me but wants me to do what makes me happy. What do you think?”
“I think the same thing, and I know Greg would love to have you with him all the time.”
Sitting down for lunch, I made sure that Jane was sitting next to me. As soon as we’d finished, she curled up next to me, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Rather quickly, she ended up on my lap, needing to be cuddled, Cindy leaning in to give her a cuddle too. Jane was doing her best to control her emotions, but it was still a raw wound. When she started to cry again, Cindy took her daughters out of the living room, giving us some space.
Jane tried to apologise but I shushed her each time. “I know how it feels. It does get better, but it’s a new wound. Everything is broken,” I whispered.
“I’m going to meet a lawyer next week, after new year. I want a divorce as quickly as humanly possible. I hate him, Mark. I fucking hate him.”
“And there’s nothing wrong with feeling that hate right now. You have every right to be furious about what he’s done. Have you heard from him?”
“I said if he were to communicate in any way right now, I’d got to the police. I’ll give them the evidence to get a restraining order if necessary.”
Cindy returned a little later, cuddling into us once again. Rubbing her back, Jane finally sat up enough that she could meet my eyes. Wiping her cheeks dry, I left a soft kiss on each cheek, which finally made her smile, Cindy leaning over to leave a soft kiss on each of them too. “Thank you both for being here,” she said softly.
“Whenever you need us, just call. Okay?”
“I will, Cindy. I’ll try not to steal your fiance too often.”
Leaving a couple of hours later, I hugged my sister for a long time at the front door, telling her how much I loved her. She was my little sister and that I’d always be there for her. Thankfully, it didn’t make her cry, simply stating how much she loved me in return, and that the support Cindy and I were giving, in addition to our brother and parents, would help her get through it.
Driving home, Cindy took my hand and held it. “She’s heartbroken right now, but know what she really needs? Someone to make love with. She told me on Christmas Day she hadn’t been intimate with her soon to be ex-husband in at least six months.”
“Really?” I asked, stunned at the idea. “I know she’s my sister, but I see how attractive she is. If she was my wife…”
“Mark…” I glanced her way and smiled. “Yeah, like with my sister, I’d like to have fun with yours. I think she’d like it too.” She leaned closer to my ear. “Though I think she’d love her big brother to slide his big cock inside her.”
“You’re a tease,” I muttered.
“Ever thought about it?”
I waited until we were stopped at a red light before replying. Sighing, I nodded without saying a word. Feeling her hand on my cheek, she turned and leaned up to kiss me. “Nothing wrong with the occasional taboo thought, Mark. We’ve all had them. There’s obviously a difference between thinking and acting on them. When we were with Stephanie, did the fact our kissing was rather hot and heavy bother you?”
“God no. It was hot.”
“I’m glad you think that, Mark. When we agree with Stephanie to start trying, I want to be involved, as you know. I’m just not sure how involved I should be.”
The next couple of days were quiet. We had the time off so could relax around our apartment. Laura and Stephanie joined us for lunch the next day. Laura knew what had gone on the night of Christmas Day. The only thing she didn’t want to hear about was a falling out, though she trusted both her daughters. Jane visited the day before NYE, bringing her daughters along too, so I organised with Megan for her to come over with Natalie and Greg.
I was worried that Jane would start to react negatively with Megan considering what happened with me. To her credit, Megan was almost too sympathetic at times, but Jane appreciated the fact she cared, and knew I’d long forgiven Megan and was now intimate with her from time to time. Her daughters were now aware that their father had been cheating on their mother for years as it was simply impossible to keep it a secret forever. From what I was told, neither daughter was talking to their father.
Jane enjoyed a few drinks, I think finally cutting loose after spending a few days depressed. She got drunk rather quickly, and I was pleased to hear her giggling instead of sobbing. She would be spending NYE with us at Megan’s, a last minute change of venue considering our apartment was probably too small for all the guests we’d organised.
“Reckon I’ll get laid tomorrow night?” she finally asked Cindy.
Cindy smiled at her. “Anyone take your fancy?”
“Don’t care. All I know is that my useless husband didn’t touch me for over half a year. I don’t care if it’s fingers, a tongue or a nice thick cock, but I need to be touched by someone. I definitely need to be fucked.”
“What about one of my friends? Would fucking a transwoman bother you?”
“Definitely not. You and all your friends a fucking gorgeous, Cindy. Shit, I’d love to take you to bed.” Jane glanced my way and smirked. “You can join in, of course. We’ll figure it out somehow.”
“I’m flattered, Jane. I’m assuming you know about Stephanie?”
“Consider me a little jealous that Mark can fuck your sister without it being a problem. My brother is a kind, generous man and he’s totally fucking hot sometimes too.” She looked at her near full wine glass before knocking it back. “I nursed a crush on him for a long time. Now that I’m a little drunk, fuck it, I’ll admit I used to masturbate and think about him from time to time. Better than most of the losers I went to school with.”
“My sister did the same thing with me. I used to be camgirl.”
“I bet your shows were totally fucking hot, Cindy.”
“Mark certainly enjoyed them. And Stephanie did too. She was my biggest fan.”
Cindy remained silent. I’d stayed quiet, enjoying the conversation. My sister was getting a lot of things off her chest. I wasn’t feeling awkward as I was aware of her crush. I’d learned one or two other things and it didn’t both me in the slightest. Being emotionally fragile as she was, I wasn’t going to make a big deal about anything. Then Cindy giggled, leaning into me.
“I just had a real kinky idea, Mark.”
“Hit me.”
“NYE, we take our sisters into the bedroom for a couple of hours and swap them. Would you like that idea, Jane?”
“Seen you naked before, Cindy, and I know you have a lovely girlcock. If Mark doesn’t…”
“I certainly don’t mind,” I stated straight away.
“And Stephanie would love to be intimate with you again, Mark,” Cindy added, “Then maybe we could make love afterwards in front of them.”
“Been a long time since I’ve had some pussy. Your sister ever mess around with a woman?” Jane wondered.
“I think so. A few years ago now.”
I had to drive Jane home later that evening. Walking her to the front door of her home, her daughters both hugged me before disappearing inside. Jane hugged me tightly, wrapping my arms around her in return. She snuggled into my chest, and I could almost sense she was smiling. “I’m a little drunk, Mark,” she whispered.
“I know.”
“I’m also a little wet.”
Chuckling, I kissed the top of her head. “Good to know, little sister,” I whispered.
“Sure you’re not weirded out by what I said earlier?”
“No. I was aware of your crush, at least. Hard to miss you’d hang around me all the time and constantly want my attention.”
“Okay. As long as I never lose you,” she whispered.
Lifting her chin with a finger, she smiled as I kissed her forehead. “Still think I should have kicked his arse,” I muttered.