In all my years, I had never sat down to watch the Summer Olympics. Apparently, at least according to Michelle, my more or less girlfriend, this truth about my life was unacceptable and needed to be corrected. To that end, Michelle made arrangements to watch the Games at her sister's house the first Saturday during the festivities, and I was happy to oblige. It gave us something fun to do on a summer day that was too hot for me to go out on anyway. It would also allow me to finally meet Melinda, Michelle's sister, whom I had yet to meet despite my having been sort of dating Michelle for a solid two months now. Not to get ahead of myself, but after the events that transpired, just the thought of watching the Olympics might be enough to give me a boner.
My only reservation with making these plans was that Melinda's presence would make it unlikely that Michelle and I would be boning this day. She and I were both very sexual beings, and our busy schedules during the week made Saturdays our usual release days where we would fuck at least two or three times. I was actually a little disappointed that my girlfriend so eagerly neutralized the potential for much-needed intercourse for this day, but I knew spending time with her sister was important to her. I also knew my meeting her sister was something that was long overdue from Michelle's perspective.
Mel lived about 40 minutes away from Michelle, which was a big factor in why I had yet to meet Mel. We arrived right at lunch time, walking right in as if we were at home. I entered right into Mel's kitchen, and there stood Michelle's sister, who was putting the finishing touches on a meal she had made for us. I noticed right away that this family must have great genes because Mel, a few years Michelle's elder, was really attractive.
While I would still choose Michelle over her sister, Melinda was quite a babe. She was taller, about 5'4" maybe, whereas Michelle was very short at 5'1" or so. Mel's skin, hair and eyes were darker than Michelle's, all brown, and her body was very thin but toned. I could tell she worked out, but it looked sexy and not weird. She also had a fantastic ass and a nice, firm rack, though not as good as Michelle's. Both girls fell right into my preference of petite brunettes.
Mel, who lived alone, was a very friendly host, too. Without describing the tedious details of the day we all spent together, I took a real liking to my girlfriend's sister and her happy disposition - and that killer body didn't hurt. Had she been anything other than related to my girlfriend, I would have been trying to sleep with her, I kept thinking. Michelle and I had a pretty open relationship, but even in our setup, I figured her sister was off limits.
Naturally, Michelle and I were both a little worked up all day from not being intimate in a while, a fact that became more and more evident throughout the day. While playing lawn games, eating delicious food and watching the Olympics were all enjoyable, I really wanted to sneak away with Michelle and fuck her. Perhaps that release would keep my mind off nailing her sister, too! I was struggling internally, to say the least. It was hard to keep my thoughts on anything but sex while these two sexy girls pranced around me, both of them wearing short shorts, tank tops and flip flops, leaving little to my overactive imagination.
As we got into the evening, it became evident that Mel was just as sex-crazed as Michelle, and the sisters were actually really close with each other and very comfortable sharing about their sex lives. My presence didn't deter their conversation either, which was a little awkward, but I welcomed it. I did learn that Mel had gone a while now without getting laid, which only made me hornier. I couldn't help but think how happy I'd be to break that slump for her. However, I dared not say a word.
Later that night, while Mel was in the kitchen cleaning up and Michelle and I were on the couch with the Olympics still on the TV, Michelle said to me out of the blue, "You want to fuck her, don't you?" We may or may not have had a few drinks.
"Who?" I blurted, though I obviously knew to whom she was referring, seeing as there were only three people in the whole house.
"My sister!" Michelle hissed. "Don't tell me you don't want to tap that!"
"She's your sister!" I hushed back. There was no way I wasn't in a trap, I thought.
"So?" Michelle asked. "I don't care if you sleep with some random skank. You think I wouldn't rather you be with someone I actually know? Beside, she could use a little action."
I tried to rebut. It wasn't that I didn't want to fuck Mel. Actually, sex with Mel sounded really fun right about then. But she was Michelle's sister, and I knew this scenario couldn't possibly play out well. However, before I could get a word in edgewise, Mel came back into the room.
"Oh, what are we whispering about?" she asked, smiling.
I couldn't think of anything to say before Michelle blew the whole thing open: "He was just telling me how sexy you are and how he would fuck you if you weren't my sister." Sure, I did feel that way, but I had said nothing of the sort.
Mel grinned, she too maybe or maybe not a little intoxicated. "That shouldn't stop him, right, Shell? It wouldn't be the first time." I'd later find out Mel was referring to a previous night when the sisters had shared a boyfriend, but in that moment, that last sentence was lost on me.
"We can take turns!" Michelle said excitedly, her speech slightly slurred. As the girls chattered, my mind swirled. There was no way I was about to fuck two hot sisters. That stuff didn't happen in real life. My thoughts even wandered toward an all-out threesome, something I had never done with two girls before. I didn't let my brain go too far out, composing myself primarily by figuring the girls were pulling my leg. It had to be a joke.
