"But what if it's just a fantasy, that she doesn't want the real thing?"
"If I hadn't have busted you two, if your mom and I hadn't have come home when we did, and you pounded her ass to pieces, like I know you both want, what do you think her reaction would've been instead? My being here is the only reason she feels the burning eyes of judgment. Without me, there's nothing stopping her, and there'd certainly be no shame, even if you had the wettest, nastiest sex fathomable. The presence of another person, a third party of any kind, is the only reason she feels guilt. If you hadn't have been caught, instead of worrying about the morality of the desire itself, you two would be focused on making sure no one found out about your incestuous affair. But, since it had already happened, you would find a way to keep it consistently happening, or at least so long as you could keep anyone else from discovering your relationship."
"I think you're reading too much into this," I told her.
"No," Katy had her head in her hands, "she's right. I think I probably would've had sex with you if they didn't stop me, and most of this horrible feeling I have comes from knowing I can't have you. Then, I feel even worse knowing you're someone else's."
"You poor thing," whilst her words might sound mocking, I was pretty sure Miranda meant them.
"We're here..." my sibling noted aloud. "What happens now?"
"Well," the wife was grabbing her purse, unbuckling her seatbelt, "I am going to pay for a room. Since it took a while to get out here, and because I do have work tomorrow, we only have enough time for a single hour."
"Is this really happening?" the dirty blonde was zipping and buttoning her jeans, diverting her eyes from my direction as she did. "I mean, are we really going to go through with this?"
"You're making a big deal over nothing, Katy," Miranda was matter of fact. "It's just sex. But yes, we are, since the only reason we're at this seedy hellhole is because we need a private, anonymous place for you to sate your taboo urges. Otherwise, we'd be at a theater right now, catching some forgettable new release like a normal family would. Now," she popped her car door open and stepped out, "prepare yourself, because, after I pay for this, your brother is going to put a limp in your step."
When the door was slammed shut, my sibling and I watched the brunette casually walk toward the entrance to the front desk.
"What's wrong with her?" Katy asked me a second time.
"She's kinky, I guess," that was the only genuine rationalization I could conceive.
"I think Miranda's literally a demon," she whispered, her tone soon becoming humorous. "You know, like some sort of succubus that crawled out of hell to make strange, fucked up things happen on earth. Your wife is the devil, that's what I'm trying to say here," she continued to joke, though her voice partially filled with concern.
"You don't have to do this," I assured her.
"But she's right," she touched my face, "it'd happen eventually. And I want it, even though that must make me some kind of sicko. Her hazel eyes peered into mine, and she then, figuratively naked and vulnerable, asked, her voice expressive of the fear that I would deny her, "You want it, too... right?"
I didn't have a choice, but I couldn't tell her that, so I said, "Yeah, of course."
"Do you know what would make this easier for me?" one side of her bottom lip was bitten.
"What?"
"If you kissed me..."
It was eerie how Miranda had predicted her behavior so accurately. She hadn't been absent but for a few minutes, and already Katy was as if picking up from where we left off. There was a certain guilt that overtook me, where I felt responsible for my sibling, her emotions for me, and the circumstance we found ourselves therein. I leaned in and she went the rest of the way. Again I tasted what I would come to recognize as the taste of my sister, and felt the slick gloss which caused her lips to wetly glide across mine. She gripped the back of my neck and took advantage of this opportunity, not letting me escape from her needy embrace. Each kiss expressed not just enthusiasm, but desperation, where I realized she really had been waiting on me for years and years, now finally able to have me to some extent.
The driver's side door opened with a metallic clunk and our faces pulled quickly apart. My sibling suspiciously coughed and I was obviously wiping my mouth upon my sleeve. Fingernails tapping against the window, standing in the entryway with no intent on joining us inside, just trying to get our attention, my wife stared in at us, a surprising lack of jealousy in her facial expression and body language. She seemed more impatient, antsy even, than anything.
"Like I said, I paid for only an hour, so we should probably get to it."
I reluctantly scrambled out, and Katy, upon seeing my exit, followed my example. The car was locked and we trailed Miranda as she led us to the room. It was almost on the entirely opposite end from where we parked. We had to pass door after door before finally coming to the one whose number was synonymous with those stamped on our key, and it was promptly opened after some tedious fiddling. Standing out of the way of the threshold, my spouse waited for us to enter, and we did. With an automatic locking mechanism, no one would disturb us, and the blinds were shut to ensure no one would voyeur on what was to soon come.
The place was a little run down, though it was tidied enough. I was positive, however, that everything was obscenely stained in various bodily fluids if seen from under a black light. At least the bed was a massive king sized monster taking up practically the entire space of the main room, the only other commodities being a television across from it, and a jarred door to a small bathroom in the corner.
"Because I am technically sharing my husband with you," Miranda turned to my sibling once we settled in, "I think we have to lay some ground rules." She then looked to me, "And because I am technically allowing you to fuck another woman, granted that it is your sister... likewise." When Katy and I nodded in agreement, she continued with, her eyes still in my direction, "You're not turning me into a cuckquean, so, while I am going to watch, don't even think about it. This experience is just as mine as it is yours. And you," her attention was turned again to the blonde, "if you think that my man's dick being inside you makes him yours, you're dead wrong. You can touch, you can kiss, you can fuck, but you see this?" She held up her wedding ring, perfectly adorning her finger, saying, "This means he's mine. Now, do we understand each other?"
"Yes..." the girl's eyes were on the floor, almost like she was being punished.
"Hey, you're not in trouble, Katy dear. This is what you wanted, remember? Come here, I already tasted you on my husband's lips, now I want the real thing."
Hesitant, my sister approached, and her face was pulled to Miranda's. Her hand had clutched the back of her head, then, when they were in close proximity, she proceeded to run her fingers through the dirty blonde locks, the assertive gesture dissolving into a gentle one. Thick framed glasses messing up once she started kissing Katy, and I could see her own lips were smeared now with pink-silver sparkles, she pulled them off, and I took them to hold onto for her. Adrenaline coursed throughout my veins at the sight of the awkward, lesbian display before me, where my sibling didn't quite kiss back. Miranda didn't seem to care, and was pulling up on the coed's shirt. When Katy tugged it back down, the brunette became frustrated.
"If you're worried about whether or not this makes you gay, it doesn't," my sister was informed, her cheek kissed before her neck received the same treatment. "Just think of it like I am preparing you for him, and think about how great it'll be once he has you, once you have him."
These were the words which seduced Katy. Her top was pulled up, and I stared at her abdomen when it became bare. All that covered her torso was a bra now, and that was slowly unhooked, her bosom stained by hardly noticeable nude color lipstick. I looked away when her chest was revealed, but judging from the sounds I heard, I knew my wife had one of my sister's breasts in her mouth, suckling loudly and aggressively at her nipple. Whilst I was incredibly discomforted by my sibling losing more and more clothes, even being groped, fondled, and teased, I was ever so slightly jealous of the woman I married being with someone else, regardless of the fact it was in a contained environment, as well as with another person of the feminine sex.
"I should've worn darker lipstick," the lither of the two girls declared, "so then you could see my love decorating your luscious body. Maybe a dark red or a bright violet... It's a shame, because that would've been so hot."
Her jeans fell to the floor, and I glanced up to see Miranda's hand stuffed inside the coed's panties. I was a witness to the clockwise motions made as she pet her clit, and I felt an uneasiness that came from the taboo of watching my sister be touched in such a lewd, erotic manner, ashamed that I had to do it, that I had to chaperone the event, lest Katy be alone with the horny hell cat I was wedlock to. The wife was descending to her knees, slipping down that skimpy pair of underwear as she did. I couldn't stop quivering when I saw two, fat vaginal lips tightly clinging together, though parted almost like flower petals from having been titillated, beneath a perfectly shaven, smooth pubic region. Despite the puffy plumpness of her vulva, which only made me think about that photo of our mother in the one-piece, her labia wasn't stretched, revealing that she was fresh, nearly virginal. While she wasn't overweight by any means, I noted that my sister's femininities were very ample and fleshy, there being handfuls of her bust, thighs, and backside to grab at, in contrast to the more compact, firm body of who I was married to.
