All my stories are based on at least a kernel of truth. Some are nearly retelling an actual event, and others are embellished to go further and tell a fantasy of what 'might have been' but didn't happen. A fantasy created by wishful thinking. All characters are based on real people, but in some cases, they are composites, or their personalities are altered to fulfill the fantasy. In all cases, the names have been changed to hide the guilty.
My now ex-wife, Morgan, and I purchased our first home in her hometown some years ago. I lived with Morgan, our infant twins, and Morgan's two sisters, Aggy and Ally, for the first two years. They were all beautiful women with seemingly lovely and distinct personalities. Morgan, 26, was the oldest. She was outgoing, gregarious, and generally fun to hang out with. She was also a sexual freak. Ally, 22, was more reserved and introspective. She also seemed prudish regarding sexuality and did not date much. Aggy, 18, was more like her oldest sister, a free spirit but more thoughtful, and for the first few years I'd known her, I didn't think Aggy had the freak gene. She was a very astute judge of human behavior, and her intelligence bordered on genius.
Interestingly, none of the sisters went by their real names. Morgan was short for Morganna. Al or Ally was an alternative to Eilwen (pronounced Al-ween), and Aggy was short for Agatha. They all despised their mother's choice of names and only used them to get attention or piss each other off.
When we bought the house, we assumed guardianship of Aggy, a rising senior in high school. We did this because Morgan's and Aggy's mother moved to Tennessee for her job. Aggy wanted to finish high school with her friends. This decision was not hard because Aggy was a great kid--intelligent and cute as a button. She was also pretty self-sufficient, so we didn't have to do much but keep the lights on and food in the fridge.
We also frequently hosted their middle sister, Ally, who was an hour away in her junior year at college. This also was not a bother, as she was only around during breaks or over the summer. The most significant advantage of having the two sisters stay with us was that they loved babysitting our 4-year-old twins. This was a big help as we both worked full-time.
It was the first summer in the house, and Ally had opted to spend it with us rather than take classes or an internship. She said she needed a break before her senior year. Aggy decided not to take a summer job to care for the twins instead of daycare. This saved us a ton of money, so we paid Aggy a portion of the daycare cost, even though she never asked to be paid. Ally also chipped in on the babysitting; they felt it was fair since we let them stay with us.
-- 57 Channels (And Nothin' On) --
One night at the start of the 4th of July weekend, Morgan, Ally, and I were home watching TV and chilling. Aggy was out with one of her boyfriends, and the twins were fast asleep. It was a hot, muggy summer, and we had set the thermostat a bit higher to save some money. Consequently, we wore the barest of clothing on nights like these. It didn't bother the sisters as they were all family, and it didn't bother me because it was delightful for me. Many nights after seeing braless breasts covered by thin tops, the exposed young mid-drifts, firm asses in tight shorts, and bare legs, I would wake up Morgan for late-night sex. She didn't seem to mind.
The night is humid, so I leave the sisters around 9:30 to shower and cool off. The cool water is refreshing, and I linger, letting it wash away the sticky, muggy night. After drying off, I quickly throw on a plain white tank top and loose-fitting terry cloth shorts. I forgo wearing my boxers to stay cooler, 'down there.' I grab a beer from the kitchen before rejoining the sisters in the family room.
Plopping down on the couch beside Morgan, she drapes one of her legs over mine like always. I, in turn, scootch a little closer to her. Opening my beer, I notice Morgan is braless under her Talking Heads t-shirt. Her pink lace bra hanging off the back of the couch didn't clue me in; it was her nipples poking through the shirt. Looking over at Ally, she sits cross-legged in the chair to our left but closer to the TV. Her sports bra lay on the floor, and her dark nipples were visible through her half-tee. Nothing I haven't had the blessing of seeing before. "Looks like I'll be waking up Morgan later," I think. I glance at the TV as I take a drink of my beer.
I watch for several minutes before I realize the girls are watching some soft-core sex show on one of the pay channels we had just subscribed to. Another bonus of no daycare. I look back and forth between the sisters; they are engrossed in the show. Ally seems to be massaging her arms and legs, probably more from her daily workout routine than any other reason. Morgan, however, has started caressing her right hand over my bare thigh and appears slightly flushed. After a few more minutes, I finally break the silence.
"What the hell are you guys watching?" I ask, turning towards Morgan.
"It's called Real Sex, on HBO," she says nonplused, "it's pretty interesting."
Right then, there was a woman onscreen, nude from the waist up, demonstrating the finer art of giving a proper handjob. She was demonstrating with a fully naked man lying on a table.
"Quite educational," Ally quipped, "although I'm not sure how realistic it is, that's not a normal dick. I've never seen one that big before."
"Oh," I say jokingly, "you seen a lot of men's penises?"
"I've seen a few," she says, glancing at me, "none were ever that long, some as thick, but never that long."
"I have," Morgan says, "and it was bigger than that. This guy was huge. I couldn't get more than his head in my mouth. Then when he fucked me, I thought he was going to split me open. I mean, he couldn't even get his whole cock inside me. Then when he came, it felt like his cum was pumping into my womb. I came so hard..."
Morgan stops when she realizes she's telling a story about one of the worst nights in our relationship. She quickly pivots. Her reminiscing about that night doesn't bother me; I had my own fun, and it's long past.
