Message-ID: <18030eli$9812150438@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Phil Subject: <*> Thicker than Water (FFM, les, incest) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: X-ARCHIVE = NO Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1998. This story may not be reposted in whole or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached. I've been living with Pete, my boyfriend, for nearly three years, but I think I've just lost him, and in rather strange circumstances. This is what happened . . . Pete's sister Tanya was going through a messy and acrimonious divorce from her husband of ten years'. They lived over the other side of the country, so he rarely saw her, but they spoke on the phone most nights and I could tell that he was concerned for her. They'd been a close family, and her misery was tearing him up. I suggested that we invite her to stay for a few weeks, just until things settled down, and when he asked her Tanya accepted eagerly. She needed a break badly. She arrived on the train Friday evening, looking tired and drawn. She's an attractive woman usually, in her midthirties like Pete and I, small, brunette, soft-spoken. She made an effort to be cheerful, but I suspected that she'd been crying on the train. She ate all the food I put in front of her and drank a fair bit of wine. I could tell she was trying not to talk about her divorce and the heartache it was causing, but I thought it would do her good to talk it out, and encouraged her. We went to bed late, all of us a little tipsy, but Tanya seemed more cheerful than when she'd arrived. Pete too was reassured that her natural resilience was working, and he and I made love with a vigour that he'd lacked recently. In the morning Pete had to go into the office for a while, and I took Tanya a coffee in bed after letting her sleep late. She was awake, just, and looked content. The strain lines in her face had gone, and her eyes sparkled as they used to. 'Slept well?' I said. 'Mmm, great. I haven't slept so well for ages. Once you and Pete had stopped screwing, of course.' 'Sorry,' I said. 'We do tend to be a bit noisy. Not used to having visitors.' Her smile told me that she hadn't really minded. 'It was OK. You know, that's the one thing I miss about Dave - the sex. He was a bastard, but my God he was a sexy bastard. You never realise how much you need it until it's gone.' She sat up and leaned against the bedhead, the sheets falling from her. I looked at her naked breasts, mentally comparing them with my own. Hmm, not bad. Still firm and high, no sagging there. And the nipples were nicely erect. She smiled as she saw my gaze. 'Oh, thanks for leaving the box of things. You obviously knew what I needed!' I didn't understand, and looked puzzled. She reached under the sheet and with an audible sucking noise pulled something out. She held up a large dildo, glistening with juice. My mouth fell open. I had been looking for that and a few other sex toys for a while, and had forgotten that we had used the spare bedroom while our own was being decorated. 'There were a few things that I didn't know what to do with,' Tanya continued, grinning at me. She opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a long double-ended dildo, waving it around. 'That's for two people to use at once.' I felt less embarrassed than I thought I should. 'You mean, two women?' 'Or a man and a woman. If the man likes anal sex.' 'Hey! I can see I've led a sheltered life. What about these?' These were a set of beads on a cord. 'You put them in your ass, one at a time. Then when you're cuming you pull them out, fast, or slow. Or someone else does.' Describing this to her reminded me of the times I'd used it, and of the tremendous orgasms that it produced. I felt myself growing wet, and my nipples hardening and rubbing against the towelling robe. Tanya looked at me and licked her lips slowly. I think she could tell how aroused I was getting. 'You know, that makes me feel so horny.' she said slowly. 'What about you?' I nodded. 'What say we try some of these things out?' she asked softly, touching my knee, and then starting to undo the belt of my robe. Despite having fucked well the previous night, and again that very morning, I was ready for more. I've never been averse to sex with another woman, and in fact have gone to bed with a few over the years, for various reasons. Pete hadn't known, and I was unsure of his reaction. You can never tell with men. I stood up and let the robe fall. Tanya appraised my body coolly, then pulled back the sheet to let me see her own nakedness. I noticed she had put a towel under her crotch to soak up the juice. Slowly, quivering with anticipation of the delights to come, I lowered myself into her arms and we kissed, tentatively at first, then passionately. Her skin was hot and smooth, she smelt of bedwarmth and sexual musk. My juices overflowed and spilled onto her thigh between mine. She was obviously no stranger to lesbian sex, for she brought me to my first orgasm very quickly, holding me tight in her arms while she stroked my clit expertly. Afterwards, I went down on her and tasted the night's solo passions in her juices. She came quickly too, her sexual fires inflamed by her own efforts earlier. Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1998. This story may not be reposted in whole or in part without permission and without a similar notice attached. We spent the morning giving each other uncounted climaxes, experimenting with the dildos, fucking each other and ourselves in various positions, using vibrators on unusual parts of our bodies (and the usual ones). We had no shame and no inhibitions, everything was possible between us. Later, I used the anal beads on her, pushing them slowly one by one into her juice-slick anus, hearing her gasp of delight each time. Eventually she had only the cord dangling from her rear entrance, and I used the large dildo in her cunt and it brought her to a fiery climax indeed as it rubbed against the beads inside her. She pushed me down on the bed and tongued me furiously, her ass in the air, her free hand between her legs working the dildo round and round in her cunt, gasping for air between my thighs. I lay back, my head against the bedhead, almost cross-eyed with ecstasy, thinking what a gorgeous creature she was. Suddenly Pete was in the doorway - I hadn't heard him come in. The sight that met him was unexpected, to say the least - me spread-eagled on the bed, his own sister sucking my cunt, her naked ass projecting towards him with her hand stirring the massive dildo round her juice-filled cunt. I couldn't be embarrassed. I enjoyed the expressions on his face, shock, horror, disgust, then one of agony, which to my surprise was replaced by one of utter uncontrollable lust. He tore off his clothes and his erection burst out - I was sure it was bigger and stiffer than I had ever seen it. He pulled the dildo from Tanya's cunt and with a look of pure yearning buried his enormous shaft up to the hilt in his sister. The thrust pushed her face hard into my crotch, and she gave a cry that vibrated up my cunt. He grabbed her hips and rammed into her with a relentless rhythm, his eyes closed in complete bliss, loud juicy noises coming from Tanya's cunt and cries of pain or delight from her mouth. It was a totally erotic sight and I felt myself beginning to cum. With a loud cry Pete began to jerk furiously, his hands clutching whitely at Tanya's hips. She cried out as her own orgasm took her, her voice sending vibrations through my clit so that I came hard with them. Somehow she managed to continue tonguing me during her peak. They collapsed onto the bed, Tanya was crying with ecstasy and Pete was groaning into her hair. Her face was still buried in my cunt. She twisted round under him and they clung to each other desperately. 'I've wanted you so much,' she sobbed. 'All these years - ' 'Oh God, Tanya,' Pete moaned. 'I've never dared . . . I thought I had to pretend . . .' 'If only I'd known . . . ' I was beginning to feel just a little left out, and shifted my legs. Pete began to writhe and in disbelief I realised that he was hard again and was fucking his sister's sopping wet cunt. She wrapped her legs round his waist and let him ride her, raking her nails down his back in her passion. Her head bumped against my pubic bone. She was moaning 'Fuck me, fuck me,' over and over again. I dredged my memory. Pete had never recovered so quickly from cuming with me. Maybe I drained him more, but from my recent experience of Tanya's agile cunt I doubted that. I was getting distinctly pissed off. Suddenly they twisted round so that Pete was underneath. Tanya rode him like a stallion, her ass bouncing up and down, her hair covering his head as she bathed his face in kisses. His hands gripped her buttocks leaving white marks. I took the opportunity to slip out from under them, and stood watching their furious coupling, wrestling with my emotions. They were both working up to another tremendous climax. Pete's cock, foamy with the well-churned mixture of cum and juice, was cleaving her cunt mightily with every enormous stroke. His fingers roamed hungrily over her ass and crotch, finding the cord that emerged from her anus. They were both gasping and shouting as their climaxes approached. Tanya cried out as she went over the top, and with superb timing (which he'd never managed with me) Pete pulled on the cord and I saw the beads pop out of her anus one by one. She screamed and collapsed on him, her body spasming, and he gave a huge groan and his hips jerked as he shot another load of cum deep into her. I left. As I looked back she was kissing his face again and again, moaning something I couldn't catch. I went to make a coffee and get my thoughts in order. I ended up sat at my computer, trying to get this written so I can make sense of it. As I started to type, I could hear them again, the bed vibrating, Pete's gasps of pleasure and Tanya's voice crying 'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' endlessly, monotonously. They're still at it, but from the intensity of their cries Pete's third climax in half-an-hour (a personal best) is not far off. They've got a lot of lost time to make up. I wish them luck . . . but I'm packing my bags. Copyright (c) Phil's Files 1998. 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