"Hang on he wants to say something" came the next text.
"Please fuck my wife. What do you mean no? do it. We both want you to. What's wrong with you?"
I tried to think of something to say. Finally I typed "she's married." There was no response for a long time, then another photo came through. It was my sister, full length, fully nude, in a running shower. Her hands were up in her hair, her breasts looked magnificent, and her legs were spread. She was staring into the camera, biting her lip. I moaned when I spotted a pair of white sneakers by the shower door, with a pair of feminine looking socks tossed in front of them. They looked similar to what my sister had worn in high school. Fuck, I realized I had a boner.
"She looks hot, doesn't she? I don't know who you are and that's perfect. It makes it easier to tell you to fuck my wife. I'll just stay home while she's on her knees for you. I'll dress her up for you and send her to you to fuck. No protection ever. Fuck her. You have it in writing. She was reluctant at first but now she wants it more than I do and I love that."
Holy shit was that a lot to digest. I scrolled back up to the shower picture again. I suddenly realized I was rubbing my dick. The phone buzzed.
"See you soon lover."
I set the phone down, then picked it up and turned it off. Then I went to bed. It was hopeless. I couldn't sleep. I took an allergy pill that always knocks me out. No good. I just laid there, wide awake and incredibly horny. I decided to take the obvious measures. I was already hard as steel, so I began stroking. I was severely tempted to go get the phone, and stroke to the pictures. That fucking phone was calling me! I pushed myself down against the bed, fighting the desire and started to feel like I'd won when I realized I was kidding myself. I didn't even need the actual photo -- I could picture every detail as clearly as if it were right in front of me.
As if my sister were right in front of me. I could picture those innocent looking shoes, her long legs, the swell of her hips, and -- oh fuck she shaved for me! For me!" I was cumming, jets of sperm shooting into the air. A few actually went over my head, I exploded so hard. I was picturing my sister as I exploded. Holy fuck was this wrong, but also incredibly hot.
I woke up a couple of hours later, I'm guessing. I got cleaned up, wiping some dried cum off the headboard, and crawling back into bed. I had some crazy dreams.
When I woke up in the morning, I had a cup of coffee and found my phone. I turned it on and saw I had several more messages.
"Can't wait to have you inside me lover" followed by a picture of her fingers inside her pussy. Then, a while later, "talk to you soon" and a kiss emoji. Finally "I. Want. You. To fuck. My wife."
Sheesh. They were all in on this. And obviously part of me wanted it to. Well, one specific part with very poor judgement and no morals....
A few days passed, and there was a knock on the door. It was early evening, and I was just about to fix some dinner. I was thinking my usual bachelor chow, cubed beef, rice, broccoli and brown gravy. Hey, if they called it "Qua Fae Sum" or some shit people would say it's cultural and classy, don't judge me. There was a knock at the door. Debbie was there, with a pizza and a six pack of beer. Good beer, too, a Kona Brewing lager she knew I really liked.
"Come on in!" I realized I was suddenly nervous.
"Thought I'd give you a little surprise!" she said, prancing in and setting the pizza box on the coffee table. "Here" she added, handing me a beer. It was cold. She got one for herself and I got out my pocket knife. When the beers were opened she clinked the necks and took a swig.
"So what's up?"
"Nothing at all, I was just about to make some dinner."
"My timing is perfect then! Hey, have you seen that new motorcyclist movie?" I had, but she seemed to want a dinner and a movie evening. "Happy to watch it again!" I said.
She found the remote and set about finding the movie. I got us some napkins and plates. When I came back, she was sitting on the couch with her legs on the coffee table. I recognized the sneakers she was wearing.
"Got it cued up!" Speaking of cues, I was taking mine from her, almost warily. But she acted completely innocent and sisterly-ish. So I settled in next to her -- close enough to show I was comfortable (liar!) but not far enough to seem like I was avoiding contact. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. Apart from the very obviously deliberate choice of footwear, she was dressed very innocently. Shorts that weren't tight, a blouse that buttoned up the front -- and it was actually buttoned. Well above her cleavage. Well, where her cleavage would have -- fuck, really boner? Anyway, she was dressed like a girl coming to see her perfectly normal brother. Okay.
I opened the pizza box. Pepperoni, mushrooms, and anchovies on half. Boy, did she know her brother. I put a couple of fish-free slices on a plate and handed it to her. I got some anchovied goodness onto my own plate and settled in to watch. When she had finished eating, she moved a bit closer, but didn't make any suggestive moves. Good thing I'd already seen the movie, because I was not paying any attention to it at all. It must have been obvious, because after a while Debbie smacked me on the shoulder.
"Would you relax bro? It's like leaning on a fence post. A very tense fence post."
'Okay, fine. I'm not going to be the one to make this awkward' I thought, and pushed everything out of my mind as best I could. I must have succeeded. There were no more slaps or comments, anyway.
We'd each had a couple of beers by the time the credits rolled.
"That was good -- was the riding realistic?"
"Yeah, good enough for Hollywood. It's not a bad movie."
Deb got up, and carried the pizza box and leftover brews into the kitchen. I heard her open the fridge, shuffle some things around, and close it.
"I'd better get going. Thanks dude, this was fun."
'Really? That's it? Just a normal night together, brother and sister? Awesome.' I really felt relieved.
She gave me a peck on the cheek and she was out the door. I was feeling great. Very relaxed. I got a few little things done and was getting ready for bed when my phone buzzed.
"She's so hot, so happy -- thanks. I mean it." Text from the unknown -- but not really unknown -- number.
I couldn't come up with an appropriate reply, so I didn't respond. The phone buzzed again. It was Debbie. "Fun evening -- we need to do it more often."
What had she told Scott? Oh well, I was happy, she was happy, he was happy... why question it? Maybe she'd given up on this crazy idea.
When I opened the door the next Friday night, I was happy to see Debbie again. She had a paper bag in her hand, and another six pack of beer. Amber ale this time, with an alien on the side of the package.
"Got plans?"
"Now I do!" I said with a smile. I threw the door wide open and waved my arm to welcome her in in formal fashion.
"Is this going to be every week? Not a bad idea!"
"Could be, let's see!" She set the food on the table again. Once again, I got some things from the kitchen. We settled in, and she turned something on. On the TV I mean. After a while, some iced tea I'd had earlier conspired with the beer to send me off to the recycling center halfway down the hall.
When I came out of the bathroom I got an incredible shock. There was Deb, on her knees, completely naked. Over her shoulders I could see the white tennis shoes that had been in the shower photo. Before I knew it my shorts were down and I was growing in her mouth. I had no chance to object, must less react. My dick betrayed me.
I've had some great blowjobs before, but Debbie was making love to my dick with her mouth. She grabbed the base of my rod and had me deep in her mouth in no time. She sucked like she was trying to pull the air out of my lungs, and she did. I gasped, and clung to the door frame to avoid falling over. I was fully erect in seconds. I didn't spot her phone until she reached for it. She looked to the side with my shaft in her mouth, I felt something odd, and just like that she had photographic evidence.
She didn't even take me out of her mouth as she raised the phone so she could see the screen. How the hell could she type and suck so well at the same time? I realized she was sending the photo. Fuck. The phone rang. She answered it, still without breaking the liplock around my cock.
"Mm-hmm. Mmmmm, mm-HMM."
There was a pause while she listened to whatever he was saying. Her mouth didn't pause the sucking though.
"Oh, you want me to say it out loud? Absolutely. I'm naked on my knees. I'm sucking his dick. I'm going to swallow him. I'm his slut."
"Anything he wants. I won't say no -- anything."
"No, I'm his slut. His slut."
She stared up at me as she listened to the next question.
"Right. Down. My. Throat. No, because I am desperate to taste him. I'd swallow even if you begged me not to. Yeah? I told you, I'm his slut. That means I swallow for him."
