This story is semi autobiographically. The names have been changed to save a marriage. All characters engaged in sex acts are at least 18 years old.
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The morning sun streaming in his bedroom window was like a knife stabbing Joel Vincent's eyes. It sent shooting pains through his head. He groaned and brought his hands to his throbbing head. It felt like a brass band was playing the Anvil Chorus. His mouth was gummy. His body felt hot and sticky.
He swore to drink less. He swore that each morning he awoke with a hangover. In fact, he, his wife Theodora and his sister in law, Hermione, were boozers. They drank from the early evening to late at night. Last night was no different.
His eyes were sticky with sleep, blurring his vision. He rubbed them trying to clear his vision. On one side his wife was sleeping on her stomach. Her face was turned away with her dishwater blonde hair hung dankly about it. She was naked. Her legs were spread with one knee slightly bent. Between them, her unruly greying pubic thatch covered her meaty pussy. It was surrounded by her plump jiggly thighs.
He was momentarily confused when he looked to the other side of the bed. His sister in law, Hermione was asleep on her back with one arm covering her eyes. Her large breasts flopped to either side of her chest. Her nipples were like wrinkled pink raisins. A spider web of wrinkles covered her pronounced belly pooch. A matted thatch of greying black pubic hair sprouted between thighs that were noticeably thinner than her sister's.
"What the fuck?
How had he ended up in bed between his wife and her sister? What had they done? He struggled to recall the previous night.
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Yesterday was another blistering hot day, typical of the Mississippi Delta in August. The heat lay on the land like a steaming hot towel from a Turkish bath. The ground shimmered as waves of heat rose from it.
The evening started like most evenings. On his way home from work, he picked up a 24 pack of beer and a fifth of Christian Brothers brandy. One of the guys at work had given him a joint. Unbeknownst to Joel, the reefer was laced with molly.
When he arrived home, his wife was sitting on the screened porch in a lawn chair. She wore one of his old Carharrt shirts, some cloth slippers and nothing else. He saw between her legs as he climbed the stairs.
Hermione sat next to her. She recently separated from her husband. She and her two kids were staying with them until she got back on her feet. She wore a shapeless print button up the front housedress. The way her breasts sagged meant she was not wearing a bra.
"Is that for me?" Joel nodded at his wife's open legs.
"Baby, it's too hot to fuck! Give me one of those beers."
"Me too," her younger sister Hermione chimed in, reaching for a beer.
"Give me a beaver shot like your sister and no problem!"
"Joel Vincent! Give me a gawd damn beer!"
Joel chuckled as he handed each of them a cold one.
The sisters were big girls, what Southerners called big boned. At 5' 6", 200 pounds, Hermione was a smaller version by one inch and twenty pounds of her older sister.
Joel saw her in panties and bra more times than he could remember. Three adults and two pre-teens living in a two-bedroom, one-bathroom house made for a forced familiarity. He even saw her naked a few times, her big jugs swinging, as she sprinted from the bathroom to the room where she and the kids slept.
"I'll get glasses for the brandy." Joel glanced at his sister in law's fat thighs as he passed her on his way into the kitchen. She was the more sensual of the sisters. He suspected that given the opportunity they could do the horizontal mambo.
It was, however, nothing more than fantasy. Theo warned him that if anything happened between him and her sister, what Lorena Bobbitt did to John Wayne Bobbitt would merely be a preliminary.
He retrieved three plastic glasses from the kitchen cupboard, filled them with ice and brandy. Despite Theo's threat, he and Hermione occasionally play grab ass. It was nothing serious and usually happened after one of their drinking sessions.
He offered them to his wife and her sister. They accepted the drunks gratefully, washing the brandy down with big gulps of cold beer.
They smiled appreciatively when he produced and fired up the joint. They passed the joint around toking between gulps of beer and brandy. The potent combination of beer, brandy, and the molly laced reefer gave them intense high characterized by giddiness and euphoria.
Joel grasped his wife's thigh. It felt warm and moist. She giggled and made a half-hearted attempt to slap it away. She covered his hand with hers.
"I told you it's too hot to fuck!"
"Baby, it ain't never too hot for that."
His hand pushed the shirt up exposing her pussy as he stroked up and down her thigh. She squeezed his thigh. Her legs opened.
"Would you two stop that shit? I ain't had no dick since I left my husband. Watching ya'll play footsie just makes me realize what I been missing."
Hermione unabashedly watched them. She felt out of body. Her world was in soft focus. She flapped the hem of her dress trying to cool off. Her sensitive fingertips traced the threads in her dress.
"Girl, your husband got the kids for the weekend. Go find you some dick!"
Saying the word made Theo's mouth watered. She loved sucking Joel's big thick cock. She fumbled with his fly, found the zipper and pulled it down.
"Theo, you make it sound like all I got to do is walk out there and raise my dress. That ain't me!"
Hermione watched wide-eyed as her sister pulled Joel's cock through his fly. Her tongue moistened her lips. Like a lot of sisters, they talked about their husband's sexual prowess. Theo had not lied about Joel's cock. It was a thoroughbred!
She imagined how that monster would feel in her mouth. In her altered state, she puckered her lips, pantomiming sucking a cock. The porch spun slowly. She closed her eyes to stop the spinning and lay back on the lounger. Her hands moved languidly up and down her inner thigh. She groaned when her finger slid across her swollen cunt lips.
Theo drained her beer. She pointed at the carton for Joel to give her another. Her hand pumped idly on his hardening tool. She turned on her side, resting her head on her hand. Her sister looked delicious with her dress up and her fingers playing with her pussy.
"Hermione, with all that ass and them big ass jugs, that's all you go to do. Maybe smile a little!" Joel smiled wickedly watching Hermione finger her pussy. Her labia gleamed with wetness. He recalled the times he saw her naked going from the shower to her bedroom. Her tits weren't as lovely as Theo's. Her ass was just as jiggly.
"You worse than your sister! I just can't go out there and fuck anybody."
Her thighs were moist with perspiration. Her matted pubic hair gleamed with wetness. Joel watched as she stretched a thin strand of juice from her index finger to her pussy.
"Baby, get me another beer."
Joel struggled to sit up on the lounger. His cock bobbed in the air.
Hermione giggled. "If you can't stand on your own, maybe I should grab your dick and pull you up!"
