After a long hiatus, finally had a chance to write more of this ongoing three-way incest/bisexual romance. To recap: Valerie, a twentysomething bisexual girl, is in a happy and kinky relationship with her well-hung boyfriend Cal. However, when Cal's beautiful younger sister Anya comes to visit, Valerie quickly falls in love with her. Valerie drunkenly seduces Anya, who reveals that she has been in love with her own brother for years. After a tense confrontation, Valerie manages to convince Cal to make love to Anya, as a form of sexual healing.
This chapter resumes the story a couple of weeks later, when the three of them have become lovers. It's a longer and gentler chapter than the previous ones, showing the development of their sexual relationship, and setting the scene for major events to come.
Be aware, this story has strong lesbian/bisexual elements and a lot of pissing, as well as the brother-sister romance. There is also a backstory involving abusive relationships, but the main story does not feature any kind of abuse.
Tags: Bisexual/Lesbian, Piss, Brother/Sister Incest, Big Cock
All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.
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Valerie was woken from a rather sexual dream by the creak of the bedsprings and the rustle of the duvet being moved aside. She opened her eyes, confused, and squinted in the dimness. Her boyfriend had risen from the bed and was padding naked towards the ensuite bathroom. The curtains were drawn over the picture windows, allowing in only a few shafts of steel-grey morning light, which softly illuminated his tall, leanly muscled body as he walked.
"Cal?" Valerie murmured.
"Hey, babe. Don't get up. I'm going to the gym." Cal half-turned to look at her, a tired smile crossing his boyishly handsome face. "You and Anni can sleep in." He spoke softly, and Valerie realised Anya was still asleep. The younger girl's nude body was pressed comfortably against her own beneath the sprawling, disordered duvet, which had covered all three of them.
As her man disappeared into the bathroom, Valerie turned over in bed to admire Cal's little sister. God, she was a sight to see. Anya's face was flawless in the pale morning light, faint shadows outlining her superbly elegant cheekbones, her sharp little nose, her sweet pink lips like tiny, kissable petals. Her long raven-black hair haloed her sleeping face, unruly strands adorning her smooth, finely sculpted shoulders. She was the picture of innocence, looking even younger than her twenty-one years.
That innocent image was slightly marred by the fact that Anya was completely naked. Her side of the big duvet had become tangled around her as she slept, and both of her pale breasts were exposed. Valerie drank in the sight of them - high, pert, and beautifully symmetrical, with nipples the soft pink of a spring rose. Anya's smooth, toned midriff and thighs were still covered by the duvet, but her long, slender legs emerged from beneath it. Anya had danced ballet with dedication from a young age, and her legs were as gracefully athletic as a gazelle's. Just looking at them made Valerie's heart flutter happily in her chest.
Valerie had been openly bisexual since her teens. Partly this was due to her genuine lust for other women, and partly because she simply had a ravenous sex drive, which she was eager to satisfy with anyone that took her fancy. She'd been with more girls than she could remember, both as one-night stands and longer flings, in addition to the numerous men she'd bedded before she met Cal. But in all her life, she had never met anyone she found quite as beautiful as Anya. She'd been fiercely in love from the moment that tall, shy girl first walked through the door. It made her almost giddy with joy to think that Anya was now hers.
The air in the bedroom was autumn-cool, which made the warmth of Anya's body all the more cosy. Valerie smiled to herself as she listened to Anya's tranquil breathing. It was a heavenly way to start the day. The only discomfort was the familiar morning ache of her full bladder, but even that came with a subtly sexual pleasure. She loved the relief of pissing in the morning, especially in front of her lovers. By the time Cal returned from the bathroom, his dick swinging hugely in front of him, Valerie's pussy was tingling with arousal.
To Valerie's eye, Cal was almost as gorgeous as his little sister. He stood at six-foot-three, with the lean but iron-hard muscles of a lifelong athlete, rather than the excessive bulges of a bodybuilder. His abs and pectorals were as smoothly defined as a classical statue; Valerie loved resting her head on his chest after they made love. His close-cropped hair was as black as Anya's, and he shared her pale Nordic skin, though his was noticeably more tanned, even this far into the autumn. His face was at once youthful and manly, strong-jawed and quick to smile. Like his sister, he had deep sea-blue eyes, and they were always loving when they met Valerie's gaze. They had been together nearly six months now. Six of the best months of her life.
As Cal paced to the full-length wardrobe and started hunting for his gym clothes, Valerie gazed in deep satisfaction at the enormous uncut cock that hung between her boyfriend's thighs. She always liked watching it swing when he walked. Cal was, by a wide margin, the most well-endowed man she had ever slept with. She'd been scared he would split her open the first time they fucked, but she'd gradually gotten used to sheathing that monster inside her. Now she loved feeling him thrust hard up against her cervix until the hot rush of his come filled her pussy. She enjoyed teasing his foreskin with her fingers and tongue, and taking as much of his gloriously thick shaft into her mouth as she could fit. And - though it still made her a little jealous - she definitely liked watching him stick that giant dick inside Anya.
Retrieving his black gym shorts from the unruly pile of clothes in the wardrobe, Cal saw where she was looking and paused. "Can't keep your eyes off, hey, Vali?" he said with an easy grin.
"Mmm. Just remembering," Valerie grinned back.
"Remembering what?"
"What you did with it."
"To you or to her?" Cal nodded in the direction of his sleeping sister.
"Both," Valerie said, fondly recalling the way her cunt had strained around his long, deep thrusts the night before, as he fucked her to happy exhaustion. He'd still had enough stamina afterwards to take Anya as well. That sweet girl had gasped and moaned and contorted with pleasure beneath her big brother, digging her nails into his muscular back and twining her long legs around him, her climax drenching the bedsheets. Both girls had gone to sleep very sore and very satisfied, with Cal's come still warm inside their pussies.
"You two sure kept me busy," Cal said, tugging on his gym shorts. Even worn long and loose, they couldn't hide the elongated bulge of his manhood.
