I've been reading back some of the older LIT stories I had saved and a few of them inspired this particular story. I hope that my readers will enjoy it as much as I enjoy the hundreds of authors on LIT who got me interested in writing out here so many years ago. Thanks to you, gentlemen and ladies. ~~ BrettJ
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My name is Calvin and like all men I have a constant fascination with sex. It's just the way I was made and I've never let it be a major concern in my life. At an experienced age of 48, my sex life has always been wonderful and it improved after my divorce from Brenda. I tried marriage once for a few years and found myself constantly locking horns with my strong-willed and often puritanical wife. I suppose that when I first married Brenda, I was blinded by the fact that she was tall, brunette and had legs that went on for days. What Brenda never understood was my continual need for sexual experimentation. Things went kaput after only 5 years, although we managed an amicable divorce. Brenda's new husband is a deacon of the church and she adores him, so I guess it all worked out for her. In my opinion, the only good thing that came out of our rocky marriage was my daughter, Clarissa.
I remember how my interest in sex started and I guess, with the past I had, I should have known I could never maintain a conventional marriage. My sister Janet and I were snoops and we found a stash of our father's
Playboy, Penthouse
and
Hustler
magazines. Even at a young age, my younger sister knew she liked girls and I think she spent more time reading the things than I did. We found a secluded spot where we could bring a few of the magazines along and not get caught reading them. I don't think mom would have liked her daughter looking at naked pictures of other girls. I found it exciting; it was one of the first things that my 3-years younger sister and I could share. We even liked the same kinds of girls, usually either blonde like Janet herself or exotic Asians. I guess it was inevitable -- over time, our relationship grew more intense. By the time Janet turned eighteen, I was in college. On one weekend home, she asked me to take her to "our" spot. Without any hesitation from me, I took Janet's virginity that weekend. For almost an entire year, we had sex whenever we could accomplish it. Meanwhile, Janet was sending me these incredibly dirty letters, telling me the things she was getting up to with her girlfriends. One of them was our cousin Annaliese, who I really wanted to fuck. Jan promised me that she would make it happen and on my actual 21st birthday, I had my first -- but not last -- threesome with two incredible blondes. The show they put on to get things started is etched in my brain for all eternity.
For a while, I dated Annaliese and I even took her to the prom. Her parents trusted me to take care of "their little girl", not knowing all the wild things my horny blonde cousin and I got up to when their backs were turned. She might have been the one girl who came close to possessing my sister's sexual heat. She also told me that she loved threesomes and I had my first taste of Asian pussy with her, the girl eating Annaliese's blonde cunt while I fucked the holy hell out of her. Let me assure you, not all Asian chicks are submissive little things.
Unlike some sisters and brothers, Janet and I remained the closest of friends. Even when my sister finally met the woman she settled down with and I met Brenda (a friend of my cousin's, she is still apologizing for that) we never lost our intense physical passion for each other. At family reunions and barbecues, the little erotic click was still there. We found that we HAD to squelch it every time or we got antsy. We simply didn't stop, although we curtailed things as much as humanly possible. We were also each other's support system and I only trusted two people to read the first draft of my fledgling novel -- Janet and Annaliese. Even Brenda hadn't seen it; I worked on it in secret. As both women gave it their tacit approval, I knew that with some small changes here and there, I could publish the thing. Which I did and my first erotic novel earned me enough money to stop teaching and lead a life with had a lot more luxury. I was thrilled that I could finally provide for my wife and daughter, not knowing I wouldn't have a wife for much longer. The first person to call when I realized my marriage was done was Janet. She was also the first person I slept with after my separation. She made sure that her girlfriend understood. She told Miranda that the bond between us was unbreakable and always would be. As Miranda had known me almost as long as she had known my sister, she understood. During one drunken anniversary between my sister and her lover, Miranda had let it slip that she was curious what it might be like with a man. To date, I am still the only man she has ever slept with. That one night changed things forever.
Because Miranda had never been with a man, she never bothered taking the pill. My mind was a bit too fogged at the time to consider a condom. My sister was just thrilled to see the two people she loved fucking like bunnies to be practical. So ...
Clarissa has a sister that is a little bit younger than she is. When she got old enough, we explained as much as we dared. Katelyn and her older sister are almost joined at the hip, so it's all good. When I needed a date to some function, it was never a problem. I would either enlist Janet, who cleans up pretty nice, or Miranda. A few times, just to get tongues wagging, I escorted both of them. I got teased a lot about how I was going to handle two dates after the party. I didn't have the heart to tell those poor slobs the truth. I ended up spending so much time with Janet and Miranda that I had some of my clothes stored at their apartment. Katelyn loved having her daddy around more often and Clarissa would visit whenever her over-protective mom would let her off the too-short leash. We kept up our clandestine affair for years. I wasn't sure if I ever wanted to remarry, because the first one was such a nightmare of epic proportions and I had everything I could ever want with my sister and her girlfriend.
After a number of years of paying for two places, my sister thumped me on the head and suggested that we all buy a house together. Miranda earns good money as a buyer for a department store chain. Janet works for a number of firms as an accountant and my books were selling well enough by then that I could support myself as an author. If money was tight, there were several magazines willing to buy articles from an established author such as myself.
A little while ago, everything started to change around our home. The girls were getting older. Things had fallen into temporary chaos with all the comings and goings. Thankfully, we rebuilt it all. It started like this.
In our town, winter falls in one big whomp and it lasts until April and sometimes, May. I hate shoveling snow and everything about winter. The girls, to a one, love it. Janet and Miranda both ski and my two daughters are figure skaters. Me, I'd rather be bitten by a buffalo than endure one more rotten winter, but I digress.
I ached in places I didn't remember having. My sister had studied massage and offered to give me one once I went inside. I should have known some hanky-panky would ensue. It always does. I didn't worry about it too much because Miranda was at work and Katelyn was out shopping with her sister. It had been nearly a week without sex. Jan hadn't been in the mood and Juliet, the young lady I was currently seeing, was "indisposed". A little mid-day fun? Hell yeah, count me in!
My sister and I are close in age, but I have some flecks of gray. Janet could pass for Clarissa's older sister. With a 5'4" body of pure dynamite, she never lacks attention and with a partner who is a clothes freak, she is always in something fine. Today was no different. We had barely gotten inside when her dress dropped to the floor and she stood there in slinky black satin lingerie. "I thought you were giving me a massage," I teased her.