A couple of years passed. My sister was coming over two or three nights a week to feed her addiction. She was sexier than ever. I was fucking her twice as much as her husband. He still begged for her ass, and she never once let him have it. She let him lick it on their tenth anniversary, and then told him I'd had her ass earlier that day. He'd cum in his shorts, but I told her not to let him do that again. Her ass was mine, and I didn't want that to change. She agreed, and teased him about how close he got, but would never get again.
I loved it when we were all out together. Bowling, getting together with other friends. My sister's wedding ring drove me crazy then. And I guess Scott loved those occasions too. If I was within two feet of Debbie, I often caught him out of the corner of my eye. It worried me sometimes, but I don't think there was much chance anyone figured out what was really going on. Which made it even sexier.
So I was happy. I felt like all my needs were met. Bachelor life with plenty of the most amazing female body I'd ever known at my beck and call. And text.
Debbie disagreed. She was starting to worry about the lack of girlfriend in my life. I told her over and over again I wasn't worried, I was happy as a clam. Happy in a clam. Either way it was wasted breath.
"You need a companion. I can't be here all the time, I'm married." I loved that she said that with a little dribble of my cum leaking from the corner of her mouth.
"I'm more than fine Deb. It's sweet of you to be concerned, but I'm good. I've got friends, I've got my motorcycle, I'm... honestly I don't get what you're so worried about."
"Just trying to take care of my brother."
"You're pretty fucking excellent at that. In fact, no other woman could compare."
"Flatterer."
"Close, it's pronounced fellatio-er."
"What? You are not!"
"No, I'm a cunning linguist."
"I thought you were, until the bad jokes started!"
"This is solid gold here. Solid. Gold."
"Well, at least something is solid" she said. She was actually being a bit generous. I wasn't as rigid as I'd been a few minutes earlier, before I started holding her head and pulsing into her mouth.
She brought it up again a couple of weeks later. We were in my bed, and I had her heels over my shoulders.
"So, I have to go out of town."
"What? Do we have to talk about this now?"
"Well, I'm kind of telling you to enjoy this, because it's going to be a week and a half before I'm back."
"Oh. Oh. Wow. That's gonna suck."
"Exactly. When was the last time you went 48 hours... well, three days. When was the last time you went three days without fucking me?"
"It's been a long damn time. That time you had the flu, like fourteen months ago?"
"Yeah, that's probably right. The sore ass you gave me when I got better is a lot better than sore throat, let me tell you!"
"Well, hope the trip goes well. I want you the first night you're back."
"The first night? Can I even go home?"
"Drop off your suitcase if you want, but then come right over here!"
"Okay. Hopefully Tiffany won't wear you out too bad."
"Who's Tiffany?"
"The substitute I arranged. Girlfriend of mine who need some pounding and leaped at the chance. I told her my brother was having a dry spell too, and she should stop by. She loved your picture."
"What!? You didn't show her --"
"Don't be silly, of course not. She has no idea that your dick is inside me right now, and has been several times a week for ages now. She's pretty fun, but I don't know if I'd tell her that."
"So, she's going to --"
"Oh yeah, she's going to. Just while I'm out of town. Probably."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Are you just going to wait?"
"Of course! I'll be all right. Shoot me a couple of texts, let me know how it goes with Tiffany. And I've got our pictures we've taken. I'll survive. But be hydrated when I get back, tiger!"
Our coupling was particularly intense that evening. She had a point. Going without my sister's eager, irresistible body for a week and a half was not going to be fun. I stayed inside her for longer than usual after bathing her cervix with my sperm.