Waking up early being a habit, I opened my eyes five minutes before my alarm was to go off. Lying there, I pretended to sleep until I finally sat up, deactivated the device a minute early, shook my wife until she stirred, and stood. Miranda was on her stomach, a sheet wrapped around her bare leg, brunette hair a mess covering her face as she lifted it from a pillow. She groaned, feeling as I felt, and started pulling her lithe, scantily clad frame from the bed to join me. By this time, I headed for the private bathroom belonging to our bedroom and started the hot water. When I was undressed, stepping into the liquid rejuvenation, she had followed, entering the room via stumble, lazily pulling her shirt up and over her head. After she disrobed, the shower door squeaked, she approached me, basking in the steaming water flowing from overhead, and it was closed, four almost transparent walls of glass encircling us as we bathed.
"Work is hell," she groggily announced, her eyes closed, purring from the showerhead raining ecstasy upon us. "I'd rather," she held me close, "just be here with you. Mm... or we could stay in bed all day."
"Don't tempt me. The thought of that alone is almost worth quitting over."
"The bitch," Miranda referred to her boss, "is probably going to rail my ass today. God, I wish I could tell her to go fuck herself."
She was a personal aid to a CEO of a company. Her job description was a lot like that of a secretary, only a lot more personal. Whereas a secretary might have to do minimal desk work, like answering phones, keeping dates, and etcetera, and then meet a quota of bitch work, my wife's obligations comprised of nothing but the latter. However, she was paid decently for it and, apart from the fact the woman she worked for had a stick up her ass about everything, Miranda had little to genuinely complain about.
"If you quit," she cooed, her hair now wet, dark, and straight, "then I quit, too."
"I wish," I kissed her.
"I've got to take your sister to school," she reminded me without unclosing her eyes.
"I'd almost forgotten..."
"Yesterday was like a dream," Miranda said exactly what I'd been thinking. "Mm, I wish we could have sex right now, but we don't have time."
"You'll be the end of me," was my jest.
"Then I'll fuck your body, or kill myself so we can have raunchy devil-sex in hell."
Hearing her say something so bluntly obscene made my heart pound. "You already fuck me like a demon..."
"Stop teasing, we've got to get out of here. We'll be late if you keep this up."
"I think you're the one teasing me," I kissed the side of her face, then her lips, and we shared a passionate embrace before she inevitably let go.
"Babe..." she pleaded, prompting me to turn the shower off, causing her cling to me to compensate for the source of warmth we'd just lost.
I dried her off, laying pecks against various parts of her body, she returned the favor, and then we dressed. Whilst she did her makeup in the mirror, her hair up in a towel, I excused myself. Normally I'd watch, but if either of us kept stalling, we'd both end up tardy.
When I made my way into the kitchen, I saw Katy, her femininities adorned by nothing but an unbuttoned flannel shirt, a bra underneath, and a pair of boy-shorts, seated on a stool at the counter. Her dirty blonde locks were only half brushed, and she'd her head face down next to a bowl of cereal. With how her chest heaved with deepened breath, she could have been asleep like that.
"Sis," I prodded her side with a finger, causing her to awaken.
"Fuck," she grumbled, "what time is it?" Then, when she saw the clock, she returned her head to its resting place after ingesting a spoonful of colorful sugar, garbling, "Ugh, stop, I've still got hours before class."
"If Miranda is taking you, you're going to have to go in a little earlier, since she only has an hour before she's got to be in for work," I informed her, adjusting my tie.
"No, I should have stayed with Mom," my sibling groaned. "You guys are killing me."
Her skimpy bottoms were killing me. They tightly clung to her luscious, ample backside, and I'd to remind myself that she was my sister. Shuddering, I started making the wife and I breakfast, despite the fact she'd most likely just grab something cheap on her way to her responsibilities.
"Cup-Kate," the woman said after entering, dressed in a blouse, tight skirt, nylons, and heels, "you're not even clothed yet."
"Oh god, that's what Mom used to call me..."
"Would you prefer being called something else, then?" Miranda was close, and Katy looked dreamily upon her, breathless.
"...No," she whimpered. "I mean, you can call me whatever you want. Ugh, you smell amazing, though."
It was true, her perfume was strong and sweet, and, if I turned away from the stove, I could smell her even though she was a number of feet away.
"Mm, thank you, sweetie," my wife pet the crown of my sibling's head. "But certainly you're not walking around campus like that. Come on, you've got to get dressed."
"You make it sound like you're going to be the one to dress me..." the blonde joked, though was obviously intimidated.
"And why not?" the brunette inquired. "I can take your clothes off, but I can't put them back on?"
"What are you doing to me...?" my sister moaned, and I looked over to see that the two females weren't touching, since I firstly suspected that Miranda might be groping her by the sound of her voice. "I mean... this way you treat me, I don't understand it."
"My little baby-Kate doesn't like when Miranda treats her like this?"
"Miranda makes me—ugh, I mean—Miranda makes her baby-Kate weak... Fuck, I'm shaking."
"Why don't you spread your legs for me...?"
"Miranda," I caught her attention. "Uh... you know, the time."
"It's okay," she said, her hand down Katy's shorts, and I could tell, even though my sister had her back to me, from the way she rested her arms back on the counter and sighed with my wife so close, "I bet you I can make my pretty cup-Kate cum like she was a premature ejaculator. Oh, honey, you're so wet already. Does Miranda do that, baby? Goddamn, you're tight on my finger like..." I refuse to repeat what she proceeded to say.
"Good god, Miranda..." I gasped, disoriented from hearing something so condemnable.
"What? It's true! She's got an amazing little cunt on her. It's a compliment."
"But why'd you have to put it that way? God's mother," was all I could exclaim.
"You're right," she muttered under her breath, enthralled by what she was doing to Katy, "not even god's mother is this tight."
"Okay, ease up, Miranda. You're going out of control already."
"You make me explode with tingles," my sister was inert, with her body loose and fluent like liquid. "From the crown of my head to the base of my spine, you make me melt. I've never felt this way before... ugh."
"Hun, are you going to eat?" I tried taking my mind off their debauchery.
"What? No, she'd ruin my makeup."
I shook my head, saying, "I meant food."
"I'll grab something on the way," suddenly she sounded exerted, and I saw that she was jabbing hard and fast into a place I couldn't see but knew was Katy's crotch. "Do you like it when Miranda plays with sweet-Kate's clit like that, love?"
"Yes, ma'am," the girl softly cooed.
"And how about when she fucks your... hard, fast, and deep like that?" she interrogated, though I've, again, censored her unrepeatable antics.
"Oh god, yes, Miranda...!"
