This smutty story focuses on the theme of cheating and unfaithfulness, which can entail a myriad of details and fetishes including, but not limited to, lust-based attraction, illicit acts, feelings of dominance and superiority, betrayal, corruption, humiliation, as well as thrills of a cuckold/cuckquean.
If such things are not to your liking then please do not read further. These are just fantasies to be enjoyed by those who find them appealing.
This particular one is in the line of cheating men and seductresses who get involved.
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Lying on her back with her head supported by the armrest, Anna shifted her legs on top of Ed's lap. Her boyfriend didn't mind her occasional moving around, so he just kept on stroking idly. They were watching TV whilst resting comfortably on the couch in Ed's and his sister Kayla's apartment.
Speaking of his sister, she was half-sitting at the opposite end of the couch. She wasn't very interested in the TV show's episode but, being tired enough from studying, she was looking for anything to pass up the time.
Anna moved around again, joking that she just couldn't find a comfortable position. The noise drew Kayla's attention reflexively. She noticed the look of adoration on Ed's girlfriend's face, and couldn't help but frown slightly. Kayla wished she had a good reason to look at her own, current boyfriend like that. Being reminded of that in her...well, her and her brother's apartment brought more frustration and disappointment than warmth and fuzziness in the stomach.
Meanwhile, Ed continued stroking his girlfriend's legs lazily. He wasn't paying that much attention to the TV show either. It wasn't anything great, nor was it terrible -- just average, mediocre. Anna seemed to enjoy it the most out of the three of them.
He glanced at his girlfriend. Indeed, she seemed fairly absorbed. His look went on unnoticed, and so did his thoughts. He was wondering, in fact, if he was doing fine as a boyfriend. Ed had high standards in every part of his life -- he was ambitious and driven just as his sister was. She was two years older than him and in her dream college, pursuing her career of choice. He intended to achieve nothing less.
Being focused on his future for the most part of his life made him a bit behind in the social department. In fact, he was in his last year of high school and yet Anna was his first ever girlfriend. Not that he had no luck with the ladies, it was just that many of the girls that were the most direct and straightforward weren't the kinds of girls he wanted to associate with. Especially not in a long-term relationship.
Anna was different from them. She was quiet and reserved. Even though she wasn't the most good looking, nor even the most ambitious, she was still courageous enough to ask one of the most attractive guys in school out. It happened a month ago.
Ed accepted, even though he didn't know her very well -- that was what dating was for, anyway. He didn't want a wild, directionless party girl. He wanted a person he could trust, depend on, and spend his life with.
She said she had a boyfriend before, but they broke up. Anna didn't want to elaborate, still hurting from the memory, but from what Ed could hear her ex dumped her for a more attractive and wild girl. Well, as Ed thought, different people mature at a different rate.
Still, as the more inexperienced one, he wanted to be a good boyfriend, to do and be his best. To a romantic relationship he provided comfort, reliance and support...among other things.
"Mmm, haha," Anna giggled as Ed gripped her legs more strongly, massaging them. "I like that."
Kayla looked at them again, frowning. It was an early Thursday evening, perfect time to unwind after an exhausting day. She had her own idea for doing just that, and not being able to do it like she needed to made her daily frustration at the fact quite unbearable. So much that she felt her dissatisfaction quickly turn to anger, which felt like a flash of fiery-hot air on her face. She quickly grabbed her phone, which was lying nearby, and typed in a simple, short text message.
She had a boyfriend of her own, god damn it. He had better be ready to step up.
"I'm going out," Kayla stated simply as she stood up and headed to her room.
"Alright," her brother answered, without looking at his sister.
He didn't wonder where she was going. She was old enough to do whatever she wanted, after all. Besides, he knew her well enough to know she could take care of herself, her being his sibling and all. Ed very rarely had any arguments with Kayla, and they often understood each other implicitly. They knew each other's personalities and quirks, strengths and weaknesses. They helped each other out and knew they could count on themselves no matter what. Very few siblings got along as well as they did.
Truly, the decision to share the apartment as roommates was one of the best they could've made. It was a fairly sizable one, which their rather wealthy parents paid for, so they could live closer to the center of the city and focus more on their education.
As Ed continued idly stroking his girlfriend's legs, making her mutter appreciatively every now and then, Kayla was dressing up in her room. She switched her comfortable, indoor clothes for a pair of tight jeans and a fresh t-shirt. It was very warm this time of year, so she didn't need to wear anything more. Afterwards she added just a touch of make-up of a blood-red lipstick and a slight eye shadow, and finally fixed up her dark hair for an enticing, fully side-swept style.
"Damn, I look good," she said to her reflection in the mirror, as she blew herself a kiss. She knew she did.
There was no vanity involved in a statement like that, because Kayla was drop-dead gorgeous. Full, pouty lips, hazel-colored, bedroom eyes, cute, upturned nose, high cheekbones -- you name it. Both she and her brother were fully blessed with astounding genes and they did not squander their potential by not staying in shape. Sometimes they even exercised together, although mostly they kept their own training regiments.
As such, Ed's sister had a killer body. He was a tall man, and she, while a head less so than him, was also on the taller part of the spectrum. She twisted around as she inspected herself in the mirror. She was as fit as an athlete, and as attractive as a supermodel. She stood up on her toes, her muscular legs holding her steadily and gracefully, flexing her mouth-watering, juicy ass. When she tightened her muscles and lifted up her shirt, there was a visible outline of her taut abs.
She worked hard for it, and it showed. And, despite all the fat-burning exercise, she kept her two most eye-catching features.
Kayla was busty. Very busty. She had a cup size that many porn stars paid a lot of money to get. And yet she didn't pay a dime to fake, because she was naturally born with it. Her tits weren't just big, either -- they were as perky as the rest of her body, bouncy and springy whilst remaining deliciously soft. Two small, cute nipples tipped her heavy boobs, fulfilling the sexy, seductive picture as if straight from a wet dream.
She frowned at her irresistibly attractive reflection. Kayla was torn about being this sexy. To her, sex appeal this heavy was a curse in its own way. She shook her head, grabbed her purse and headed for the door. Moments later she passed the loving couple on the couch.
"I'm going, see ya later."
"Yup, stay safe," Ed told his sister, once again not sparing her a glance.
Anna, however, did spare Kayla a glance. A glance that bespoke uncomfortable, ugly-colored feelings which spread like poison in her stomach. A jealous and envious glance. The attractive young woman felt it, as strong and directed as it was, but spared no mind. She had her own interests, and bothering with some other girl's insecurities wasn't one of them.
Unlike his girlfriend, Ed was quite used to his sister. He did of course know she was very attractive to the opposite gender, but he wasn't attracted to her himself. Why? Because, obviously, she was his sister. They shared blood and genes. It being a taboo in modern society was another matter entirely, but not altogether to be ignored.
As such, when most men would downright stare with their jaws hanging out staring at Kayla's massive, heavy rack, Ed was unfazed by women's big breasts. He grew up around his sister, and after many years he was just used to them.
