A new day is dawning, or at least it was, a couple of hours ago. You didn't wake me up, and I woke up alone in bed, listening to the two of you downstairs. How am I supposed to look any of you in the eyes again? I love my wife, of course I do, and the sex last night was amazing, it always is.
But, your sister, how well do you know her, really? How well do you know me? Hell, I don't even know myself anymore, especially not with her around, and with my own thoughts stabbing me in the back. I was the one cheating. Your sister is separated, lonely, vulnerable, and I let her use me--
Well, that's not how it happened, was it? I was the one starting it, and now I need to be the one making sure it doesn't spiral totally out of control. Your sister is hot, she's a sexy woman, with needs, and urges, I know that. I'm a grown man, I should know how to handle it... how to handle her.
I can't help the effect it all has on me, the thought of her, of you... the two of you.
I need to get you out of my head... her, I need to get Her out of my head.
And I really have to get rid of this raging erection before I go downstairs.
I'm grabbing my cock, slowly starting to stroke it, allowing myself to fantasize about her, about you, both of you. You, sharing me with your sister, willingly letting her put her lips around it, and you watch as she takes me deep inside her mouth, sucking it, wet and throbbing, before she lets you tap in, and I imagine the two of you are taking turns, sucking my cock.
I never would have believed this fantasy would turn me on like this, and I'm stroking myself ferociously with my hand firmly wrapped around my shaft, quickly making me finish, making me cum, letting my semen shoot out over my stomach.
The shame and the guilt immediately sweeps over me, as I lay naked on the bed, catching my breath, waiting for my cock to settle, before I get up.
Through the window the sun is shining. It seems to be a really nice day, for those who enjoy it, I think to myself, as I gaze outside, our lawn, the car, the house across the street, our neighbors. I freeze, as I see their daughter in the window. A pretty girl in her late teens or early twenties at the most, seemingly looking straight at me, making my stomach clench.
Did she see me? What did she see, and for how long had she been standing there? I quickly wrap my robe around me, suddenly aware that I'm standing in the window, showing her everything.
She smiles, and winks at me, before she leaves the window, and I hurry downstairs.
She probably did see me, probably saw all of it. So what? What if she did? Maybe she enjoyed it? Yeah, she did, didn't she? I'm not the perv here, she is. She has probably been watching before, getting herself turned on, watching a grown man, naked, stroking, making her touch herself. Getting herself off to the view, a man pleasing himself... me pleasing myself.
The thought of her, getting her sweet little, young pussy all wet and tingly, by watching me, it's actually quite flattering, isn't it. Flattering, and arousing as fuck. If she only knew what I could do to her, the many ways in which I could please her. An experienced man, showing her the world of pleasure, all the ways to make her cum.
I'm losing it, ain't I? I'm going completely bat shit. She could have been watching anything, really. She probably couldn't see through the reflection in the window even.
"Good morning sleepyhead." You greet me as I enter the kitchen.
"Ladies." I'm greeting the two of you back, reaching for the coffee.
"It's Dawn's birthday today. I'm sure you remember." You remind me.
"Of course, Happy Birthday." I congratulate her, thankful for the way you're covering the fact that I wouldn't have a clue, or probably would have forgotten about it, if I once knew.
"Thank you." She replies, giving me a hug. Her warm body pressed against mine, her breasts, the smell of her hair. I can't help but enjoy it, it feels really nice... and forbidden, completely off the chart of what's appropriate, or acceptable.
"We're going to the mall, shopping." You continue.
"Ok." I nod, and watch the two of you.
You are still in your robe, probably naked underneath. If we'd been alone, I might have unwrapped it, gently kissing you, letting my hands seek their way inside it, caressing you, pressing myself against your body, letting you feel my growing manhood. Bending you over the table and fuck you right here in the kitchen, "Good morning honey!"
But we're not alone, your sister is here, and I can't help noticing her black pair of sheer pantyhose, letting her white panties shine right through, not even hiding the outlines of her lower body, as they caressingly wrap themselves around her crotch, showing the contours of her slit. I bet she just made that camel toe on purpose, just to tease me.
I should have put on some underwear, something to restrain the reaction. And in order not to completely reveal my condition, I quickly sit myself down by the kitchen table.
"Will you prepare the barbeque for the evening?" You ask, and I nod.
"Yeah, sure, of course." I reply, starting to look forward to a nice dinner.
The two of you rush away to get yourselves ready to go, and I remain in the kitchen finishing my coffee, slowly letting my cock come to relax.
As you are ready first, you come down, kissing me goodbye, promising you won't be away for long. It's a lie, and we both know it, but I smile and kiss you back, following you to the door on your way out to the car.
Your sister comes out of her room. She has put on a short skirt over her pantyhoes, and even though the skirt is covering her, it makes her even hotter than before. She approaches me, and she's discretely slipping something down my pocket.
"Will you make me a present, if I give you the wrapping?" She whispers mischievously, and winks at me as she's continuing out the door.
I put my hand down my pocket, and as I'm feeling the soft, thin fabric against my fingers, I instantly know what it is. My heart is pounding, and my arousal hits me like a jolt of electricity straight through my crotch, making my cock all hard again, as I'm pulling her white, newly worn panties out of my pocket.
Feeling like a slave under my own urges, I lock the door, and I breathe in the arousing scent of her underwear. There's a clear, unmistakable genital smell of her on them, the smell of her cunt. This can't be from just this morning, I think to myself. She must have been sleeping in them, perhaps even touching herself, wearing them last night as she went to bed, probably listening to her older sister getting fucked upstairs.
