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WINDOW
He'd washed and dried the last glass ten minutes ago. He had no excuse
to stay at the sink now, but his hands were on either side of it, elbows
locked as he supported himself. He was looking out his backyard window.
He couldn't tear his eyes from Gale.
She was on her stomach sunning by the small swimming pool. Her long
blonde hair was carefully arrayed over her head to bleach in the hot rays.
The bikini top was untied so no tan line would appear. The bottom was only
a thong. It was sexier than if she'd been naked.
His cock was throbbing, hard and demanding in his swim trunks. It was
so hard it hurt. Right now, he wanted to bury his cock in her sweet
wetness so much he could cry.
"Oh, shit!" he exclaimed. He stepped back, but didn't go far. Emily's
fingers were tightly wrapped around his erection.
"What are you thinking of?" she said, a wry smile of her face.
"Nothing," he lied.
"Right, and your cock swells to dynamic proportions thinking about
nothing. You were thinking about Gale, weren't you? You want to fuck
her."
"Don't rub him like that, Emily. He'll go off."
"If I were a good little wife, I'd get on my knees and suck him. I'd
let you in my mouth as you watched her through the window. Would you
like that, Harry?" she asked teasingly as her hand slowly stroked his cock.
"Would you like to in the wet softness of my mouth while you fantasize
it's Gale's pussy?"
"What are you trying to do to me?" he moaned. "Of course I'd like it."
Emily turned and leaned back against him. Her ass slowly moved against
his cock. His hand slid under her blouse to cup her braless breast. He
tormented her nipple as together they looked out the window at Gale.
"Which part of her do you like best?" Emily asked guilelessly.
"All of her," he replied with a sigh.
"I know that. But which part? Below the neck, I mean. My guess is you
like her ass and legs best. You're an ass man."
"I like your ass best of all."
"I know," Emily said, "but mine's smaller, my legs leaner and longer,
less muscled. She does have such a prominent ass. And with those powerful
legs, like a gymnast, umm."
"What game are you playing?"
She turned in his arms. "Have you been faithful to me?" she said, her
eyes hot and burning.
"Yes. You know that."
"I know, but I wanted you to say it. You're an attractive and sexual
man. I know you want other women sometimes. It's been hard for you,
hasn't it?"
"Was that a pun?"
"No. It was a serious question."
"Then I'll give it a serious answer. Yes, I see other women I want.
And I see other women who want me, women available for the asking, but we
made a promise to each other."
"Yes, we did. Thank you for keeping it. I've kept mine, too," Emily
said honestly.
"I never doubted it."
She turned to look out the window again. He enveloped her in his arms.
Again, she squirmed against his cock. When his hand stroked between her
legs, she grabbed his wrist to stop him.
"Don't. You're not the only one who wants to cum," she said.
"Let's go upstairs."
"Later," she replied. "I want to watch her."
"What part do you like best, Emily?"
"Her breasts. They're magnificent. Double-D. So different from my
B-cup. Everything about her's different."
"How do you know her cup size?"
"She's very proud of them. She came into my bedroom without a top one
time. 'How do you like these, Sis?' she asked, holding her up to
me. I had to as soon as I was alone."
"Was that last Wednesday when you were so incredibly horny when I got
home?" he asked.
"Yes. You know, Harry, I'd hate to pick one part as my favorite. She's
one hell of a woman from her head to her toes. She just radiates sex. Oh,
lord, look at that."
"I am," he replied with a slight tremor in his voice.
Gale turned over. She made no attempt to retrieve her top, which lay
discarded beside her. Her jiggled as she lathered her legs in
suntan lotion. Her hair had fallen forward to shade her face. She undid
the little bows on each hip that held the thong in place. She lay it back
exposing a neatly trimmed Mohawk bush.
"Oh, God, I'm going to faint," Emily said as she turned in Harry's arms
and buried her face.
"That's what's been hard for you, hasn't it?" he said softly.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Then don't look now. She's lathering the lotion between her legs."
"Oh, Harry," she said as she pushed back to look up at him. Her face
was tight, intense. "I don't want another man. All I want is you, my
big-cocked lover, my husband. But . . . I don't know. I thought when we
married I was done with that and it has been two years, but that's the
longest I've been without a woman since I started puberty. Since she
arrived, I . . . I'm afraid I can't control it. God, I want to rape her.
I want to tie her down and play with her whether she wants it or not."
"Me, too. Let's do it!"
"It's not funny. It's eating me up. How can I have these feelings?
I'm happily married. She's my sister."
"Half-sister and eight years younger."
"Yes. Eight years younger. Forget that if I had sex with her it'd be
incest. What am I saying? How can you forget incest? It's a crime and a
sin. Oh, Harry, she's only seventeen. She's a minor. She's probably a
virgin and has no idea of how sexy she is."
"A virgin? Do you see the way she moves?"
"Of course I see it. So free, so sensual, like an in heat. It
drives me nuts! Harry, good people don't do things like that. They don't
think them, let alone talk about them like we're doing."
"Things like what?"
"Our sent her to be with us for four weeks. She expects us to
watch over and protect her. Here we are talking about having sex with her.
Incestuous sex. Nonconsensual sex. It's criminal. Even if she didn't
tell anyone, it could scar her for life. Even if we didn't go to jail, it
could ruin all my relationships."
"I understand what you're saying. And our fidelity would be left in the
ashes. It's not something to be taken lightly."
"I'd never forgive you if you had another woman, even though I tease
about it. But if it were Gale, I'd understand."
"If you had another man, I'd leave you, but Gale's not a problem. Not
if you let me watch."
"That's not funny! What are we thinking? How can we be saying these
things?" Emily moaned.
"But you want her."
"Yes. Yes, I do. And so do you."
"My cock's killing me I want to fuck her so badly. Emily, I don't love
you any less because of my desire for her."
"And I don't love you any less. It isn't love I feel for her. It's
lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. Deep, gut wrenching sexual need that has
my aching and throbbing. Oh, God! What's wrong with us? Can't we
control our feelings?"
"We have controlled them."
"Yes. And we must continue to do so. She's my sister, your
sister-in-law. She's just a child."
"She's coming in the house. Oh, lord, the way she walks."
"Strength, Harry, strength. We must be good."
Gale walked into the kitchen where Emily and Harry stood. She gave then
a wicked smile and walked to the window. She peered out to confirm her sun
bathing area was in clear view.
"Did you two enjoy the view?" she asked teasingly.
"What do you mean?" Emily gasped.
"I mean of me. Of my naked body roasting in the sun. I've been showing
off for you ever since I got here. Are you too for sex or
something?"
"No. We're not too old," Harry said, wiping the sweat from his
forehead.
"Well, I was hoping we could get it on. You know, the three of us. I'm
dying to fuck you, Harry, and, Sis, I know you're bisexual. I was hoping
you'd teach me how do it together. I've been here over a week and
you haven't made a move. Don't you like me?" Gale's lip stuck out in
a faux pout as she arched her toward them.
"It's a complicated and serious issue, honey. We're trying to do what's
right," Emily said piously, trying not to shake.
Gale laughed. "It isn't complicated. Fucking's simple. You do it or
you don't. Me? I do it." She turned on the ball of her foot. Her ass
twitched all the way to the door where she stopped and looked back over her
shoulder.
"I'll be in the middle of your bed. If you're coming, don't make me
wait too long. I'm really horny."
Gale's ass clenched as she bounded toward the stairs, leaving them alone
with their thobbing organs.
"Emily, what are we going to do?" Harry sobbed.
Emily didn't answer. She ran after Gale.
The End.
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