When we get home, Ken is there, waiting to talk to me. He and Sherrie are sitting on the couch, watching TV. She smiles demurely when she sees me, but I can see the sparkle in her eyes.
“Can I see you for a minute?” Ken says, eyeing Susan, standing next to me. “Privately.” He says, gesturing to the front door.
“What’s up?” I ask innocently, as we walk out the front door. “It’s not about the football game is it?” I ask, faking concern. I know exactly what he wants to talk to me about; I just can’t help but fuck with him a little. “Did somebody find out what happened on the team bus?” I ask excitedly.
“No. Nothing like that.” He says, calming me down. “I have a favor to ask.” He says. “Or maybe it’s more a favor to do for you.” He smiles.
“Well, you’ve got me intrigued.” I answer, waiting for him to continue.
“Well…” He hesitates; glancing around to make sure no one can hear us. “Sherrie and I were talking about sexual fantasies…” He pauses.
“Is this something you should be telling me?” I ask, playing my innocent role for all it’s worth.
“Just let me finish, okay.” He says, getting frustrated.
“Okay. Sorry.” I say, sitting down on the step.
“Anyway, Sherrie has this fantasy.” He says, sitting down next to me. “She really wants to know what it feels like to fuck two guys at the same time.” He nods, when I give him a shocked look. “Yeah, well anyway, you’re the only person I could think of that, you know, I’d feel comfortable… um… sharing her with.” He blurts out, clearly uncomfortable with this whole conversation.
“And this came up how?” I ask. “Did you shoot too soon and Sherrie wanted another hard cock standing by.” I tease.
“Fuck you, man!” He says playfully. “Seriously, what do you think?”
“Well, I guess if guys can fantasize two girls, why shouldn’t girls fantasize two guys.” I answer, acting like I’m thinking it over.” And you’re alright with this… this… um… sharing?” I ask.
“Only if it’s you, man.” He says, shaking his head, like he really doesn’t get why she’d want this.
“Well, what’s she like in bed?” I ask, innocently.
“You don’t have to act like you don’t know.” He says, surprising me. “Sherrie told me that you and her hooked up a couple of times, before we got together.” He explains, resting his hand on my shoulder. “I’m cool with that. She was really surprised when I suggested you as the other guy. That’s when she told me you two had been together before. She thinks you’re the perfect choice too.” He says, as if that settles it.
“I’m flattered.” I say. “Of course, I’ll do it. When are you thinking we’d get together?” I ask, thinking about my schedule for the rest of the week.
“Right away!” Ken says excitedly. “Tonight, if you can make it.” He says. “We’ve just been waiting for you to get home, to ask you.” “Wow! Tonight?” I think about Susan, the CD and all the questions she’s been asking. But I’m the one who put this in motion, it’s probably best to get it done right away.
“Sure, why not?” I answer. “What time?” I ask, looking at my watch. “It’s quarter to five now.” I prompt him.
“How about seven, at my place?” He asks. “Sherrie’s planning on spending the night over there.” He explains. “We can get an early start and play it by ear, okay?”
“Sure, sounds great!” I say, standing up. We shake hands and go back inside. Sherrie is fidgeting on the couch, anxious to find out how our conversation went. I give her a big smile and she relaxes, waiting for Ken to tell her about our plans. Susan, sitting in a chair, flipping channels on the TV, doesn’t even look at me.
“Hey sis.” I call from the hallway. “Can you come here a minute?” I ask. I hear her shut off the TV and walk towards her bedroom. We all have separate bedrooms, to keep up appearances for our friends, but Susan’s is the one with the big bed, that we usually sleep in.
“You’re going to do it, aren’t you?” She asks. “When?” She adds, without giving me a chance to answer her first question.
“Tonight.” I say, taking her in my arms. “I love you.” I whisper, kissing her lips and squeezing her ass cheeks. “You’ve never had a problem with me fucking Sherrie before. Why is this time different? Because Ken’s there?” I tell her.
“I don’t know….” She says. “It’s just that I’m always there when you fuck Sherrie. She’s just another part of what you and I do.” She says, grinding her body against the bulge in my pants.
“How do you know you’re always there when I fuck Sherrie?” I ask her, playfully.
“Because, Sherrie would tell me, even if you wouldn’t!” She says, poking her finger in my ribs.
“Hey! That tickles!” I yell.
“Shhhh!” She says, laughing. “You don’t want Ken to think you’re in her fucking your sister, do you?” She laughs, locking her bedroom door. “What time are you going?” She asks, unbuttoning her blouse, as she walks back towards me.
“In a couple of hours.” I answer, pulling my shirt off and unbuckling my belt.
“Good, maybe I can completely wear you out before your little menage a trios.” She says, removing her bra and pressing her soft tits into my chest. “Let’s see how many times I can make my little brother cum in two hours.” She says, nibbling my ear and stroking my hard cock through my pants.