My wife, Rose, comes from a family of five - all sisters. They are all named for flowers, in order of age there's; Violet, Dahlia, Calla, Rose, and Lily - technically named after a Flamingo Lily.
Most of the ladies are attractive. Calla was the outlier, with a nose as big as a shovel, also being the only blonde. Rose is close with Violet but she looks most like Lily, she even sounds remarkably like Lily.
Rose and Lily are about the same height and weight; however Lily has a rack to die for, while Rose has nice peaches for tits.
When they were younger, Lily's name had become a source of teasing because that flower, the Flamingo Lily, had a huge protrusion growing from the center which looked like a giant overgrown clitoris. It was explained to me that it was actually the pollen tube called a spadix. Apparently she shared that attribute with the flower possessing a giant clit herself.
She rather enjoyed having the large organ. But to teenage girls the opportunity to tease each other was too great, so Lily's name was rarely spoken without someone alluding to a giant clit - and often some snickering.
Once the girls knew of the connection between that tube - the spadix - and female anatomy, they soon began finding connections between many flowers and their resemblance to vaginas.
As the years went by they all began calling their pussies 'flowers'. Each girl even called her own pussy by the specific flower after which they were named.
Even later as adults theirs was a family that tended to overshare, so I was uncomfortably privy to too many sexually distressing conversations: I'd be trying to enjoy my breakfast at a family gathering only to hear something like, "So I was touching my dahlia last night..."
They didn't leave me or the other husbands out either. Rod's equipment, and it's large size, was mentioned anytime a joke could be made. As often as not his wife Lily was the originator of said joke. He was lucky.
To my great embarrassment, my wife Rose shared many intimate details of our sex life as well. She told them I was six and one quarter inches long, but very thick. She told them I didn't like having my balls touched because they were sensitive. And worst of all she told them that I was overcommitted to cunnilingus, though they all called it 'smelling the rose'.
My name is Charles. And one day Calla figured out that she could call me Chuck, which rhymed with 'suck', which is what Rose likes me to do to her flower. From then on they often called me Chuck or Chucker depending on how the pun on 'suck' or 'sucker' worked out.
So I wasn't super thrilled that we were visiting with her family near the end of December for the holidays.
When room arrangements were made Lily and Rod had a room, which made no sense since their marriage was on the rocks, and they were the only couple not having sex. Meanwhile my wife was bunking with Violet. Various other assignments were made, and I got stuck sleeping on the pull out couch in the basement room. On the bright side I had more privacy than anyone else. Privacy was a valuable commodity in a house of women who had no boundaries.
The second night and after much drinking, I retired to my secluded hideaway. I was drifting in and out of sleep. I replayed the events of the day in my mind, thinking about the sisters who were all hot (except Calla). I imagined them nude - and in poses - doing things they'd talked about doing. I wasn't dreaming because I wasn't asleep, but I wasn't daydreaming because I wasn't fully awake either.
Half in and out of consciousness I heard tapping on the door. Announcing her entrance she said, "It's me, Rose, are you awake?" She crept into the room climbing into bed with me. I could tell from the feel of her bare feet and thighs that she had dropped her robe at the doorway and was buck naked.
She sat on my stomach massaging my chest. As my member rose it tapped gently on her bum, "Not tonight, Dear. I've something else in mind."
She scootched up my chest leaving an excited trail of wetness. When she reached my mouth she lifted up dramatically then plunged her cunt straight down, not stopping for foreplay.
Normally she would rub on my face a bit, then have me tease around the area, finishing with some world class clit sucking. Tonight she pressed her soaked gash to my mouth begging me to lick, "Oh yea Babe, get it in there. Lick! Lick!"
I pushed down my shorts jerking my cock rapidly, hoping to shoot my cum at the same time she got off, or at least before she finished. Most nights she climbed off after her orgasm and if I wasn't done she'd stick a nipple in my mouth to help me with my final strokes.
Her sex talk was too loud considering we were in a house full of people. Loud enough that Lily and Rod might hear, being in the room directly above. "Get your tongue way up in there. Yeeeess, that's right. That's the spot."
Knowing how close she was, my passion rose higher to match hers. I yanked hard on my swollen club, bucking, then shooting streams of hot cum which scorched my chest as they landed.
I fell back exhausted but kept working her flower with my lips and tongue urging her toward her climax. When she came she was frigging her clit furiously, then arched her back driving her vaginal orifice onto my tongue and calling out, "Yes! Yes! Your tongue feels so good in my Lily!"
In the dark, my eyes flew open in shock. I was sure she'd said what I just heard. She climbed off, kissed me on the cheek, then using her pet name for me said, "See you at breakfast, Sweetums." Of course Rose, and only Rose, always called me 'Sweetums', and Lily knew that as much as anyone.
I contemplated what had just happened. Only Lily would call her pussy 'lily'. Obviously, my wife's sister had just cum on my face pretending to be her.
All the next day I was staring at her with new lascivious thoughts. Looking intensely at her crotch I imagined licking her gash again but sucking her big tubular spadix.
Staring, I tried to discern any hint of the shape of a giant clit beneath her tight pants. I really wished I had known it was her. I would have let my hands roam to those spectacular breasts. I would have felt those nipples which, having missed my chance at, I could now only imagine.
My lust for her increased more and more throughout the day until finally I decided to do something about it. Sneaking into her and Rob's room, I left a note for her: "Come straddle my chest tonight and I'll serve your big tube."
There! I did it. Now she would know that I knew it was her. She could return tonight and I would be able to fully enjoy tending to her cunt with the full knowledge of who it was.
That night I was awakened when I felt the mattress give way to the weight of someone straddling my chest again. What if it was Rose? I would have to know for sure before I said anything incriminating.
I also couldn't wait to free my awakening cock so I could beat off while sucking either women's clit. I reached down with both hands, tucking the band of my shorts below my balls. Wriggling underneath my lover I begged without committing to either girl, "Come up here and feed me your sex."
If she fed me her clit I would know instantly, but if she only offered her hole it could just as easily be one or the other. I wanted to say 'Come stick your big clit in my mouth." But if it were Rose she would find that odd. Instead I hissed, "Stick it in my mouth, and hurry."
The bed shifted again while my unknown partner lifted up wonderful hips, knee-walking to my mouth. I smelled the pungent odor of aroused sex organs waft across my senses.
