"Turn here?" the tires had already shuffled through the gravel in that direction, but my wife was hesitant to put her foot to the gas pedal. "Are you sure? There isn't even a sign."
"Why would there be a sign?" Katy retorted bitchily, both women frustrated as they stared ahead at the back road illuminated by our vehicle's bright, white headlights, sitting in the passenger's seat to help with directions. "It's a place where people go to fuck, so it's not like 'turn here to get your nut' with a big arrow would—"
"Fine, but if we get lost—"
"We're not lost. I know exactly where we are. I told you, I've been here before."
Without saying anything, Miranda drove forward, and with some more turning of the wheel, we were traveling up at a slight incline. Dark trees loomed above from both sides, and it was an unsettling sight, but it was to be expected. After a few minutes of driving the straight path, the road led to a dead end, a round clearing large enough to turn around. The only place we could go from there would be back from whence we came, unless we, for whatever reason, wanted to go into the surrounding woods.
"We're here," my sister announced.
"Yeah, finally," my beloved grumbled. "And now it's late as hell, too, so tomorrow is going to be fun."
"Let's just focus on why we're here and get it over with," Katy bit her lip in anticipation.
Unhooking her seatbelt, the wife said, "Stay in the front, Katy, since there will be more room for us in the backseat."
With that, she awkwardly climbed back to me, and I'd to help her do so. She was soon sitting in my lap, and I could see my wife's eyes glisten with the reflection of the faintest light before she reached overhead and provided more for us to see with. Then, she leaned briefly into the driver's seat, turned the key before plucking it from the ignition, and the headlights went out. Outside the vehicle was suddenly an all-encompassing abyss of blackness. However, we could all see each other with perfect clarity, my sibling eyeing us two with a bit of jealousy, as the brunette was practically mounted upon my crotch.
"I think I am going to enjoy this," Miranda noted as she laid kisses up and down my neck.
"Babe," I cooed.
"Mm, yes...?"
"You know there's another person here, right?" I looked to the blonde who frequently blinked and tried fruitlessly to divert her eyes.
"What, are you still hot for Sis? But I thought it was my turn," she pretended to pout.
"But she's watching us."
"Yeah, and?" she grated her pelvis into mine, and I was hardening from the sensation, even if it was between our clothes. "So I can watch you with another woman, but another woman can't watch us?"
"If the point was just so you two could fuck," Katy joined in, "why couldn't you have just waited until you got home? What's the use of me being here if I'm not doing anything?"
"I thought we agreed that we'd switch?" Miranda retorted. "Granted, it took nearly a thirty minute detour, but it's still what we agreed upon."
"I'm not horny anymore," my sister informed us, "so I'm not getting anything from this."
"You already got yours," the wife stopped dry humping me. "I've been going-out-of-my-mind-horny for the last four days. He's my husband, and I physically need to get off right now."
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
"You admitted before that you tried touching yourself to us having sex. So... touch yourself."
"I can't, I'm not wet enough."
Miranda turned around and started undoing her pants, commanding, "Come here."
"What?" Katy nervously laughed, flashing me a look of confusion.
"If you're not going to shut the fuck up," she pulled the garment from under her socked feet, having kicked her shoes off, and was now bottomless, save for her thong, "then I'm going to put your mouth to use."
"But I don't..." my sister was so intimidated, shifting her weight in her seat, "go that way."
"I ate you out, so why can't you repay the favor? What, it's gay to give but not to receive?"
"I—"
"I said come here, you fucking bitch," the brunette seized the blonde by the back of the head and tried forcing her face near her crotch as she pulled her panties to the side, revealing herself to the other female.
"Holy fuck, Miranda," I grabbed her arm, "what are you doing? What's gotten into you?"
"Hun," she smiled at me, my sibling clutching both the passenger and driver's seats in order to resist being brought to the cunt on display for her, "your sister has been running her mouth, so I am showing her where it belongs."
"You're a crazy bitch!" the flustered girl grunted, trying to pull away. "Let go of me, you psycho...!"
"I'll tell your mother if you don't eat me out," the wife threatened.
"What?" my sibling and I asked in unison.
"I've got your panties with a creamy stain inside them still crusting as we speak. You left with them on, now they're drenched in cum, but not just any cum, your brother's. How do you think that looks, huh, sweetheart? It looks like you're an incest-whore brother-fucker, so if you don't tongue my fuck-hole, I'm telling Mommy."
"Miranda," I said firmly in an attempt to assert my dominance, "you're not doing that. And let go already, can't you see you're hurting her?"
"It's okay for her to blackmail you, but not for us to blackmail her? You have a lot of double standards, Hun."
"There's no 'us' here. I'm not consenting to what you're doing right now."
"You're right," she looked me in the eye, cruel her voice and stare, "because I've got dirt on you, too. I can take that other pair of soiled panties and say I caught you masturbating into them to pictures of your own mother. How would you like that, motherfucker?"
I thought about it for a moment before I inevitably took a side. "Do it, Katy."
But Miranda released her before she could say or do anything. After an excruciating pause, she asked my sister, "Are you wet?"
"What?"
"Your pussy, Katy dear, is it all nice and dripping yet?"
"I—I," she looked absolutely ashamed of herself, blushing.
"Will you touch yourself like a good girl now? You're all wet, so you don't have any more excuses not to."
"What the hell is happening right now?" I expressed my confusion.
"Come on, baby," Miranda was suddenly maternal and sweet, "take it out for me and play with it."
I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A humiliated Katy unbuttoned her jeans and started taking them off. They were discarded to the floorboards, and she'd her hand between her legs, cupped over her vulva to conceal herself.
"It's alright, Katy dear, just sit in the middle there—don't worry about the stuff in the way—and spread for us. That's it," the deviant cooed when the girl obeyed her commands, though she was still covering her vagina, "but show me what you've got there, sweetie. Ah, that's it, that beautiful, pink, little pussy. Don't be afraid to touch it now."
"Katy," I stammered, though unsure what to say afterwards, since she didn't look at me, her hair over her face as she held her forehead and looked down in shame.
