Incest/Taboo A Complicated Relationship

They disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard hissing, splashing and a great deal of giggling, which made me think they were up to a bit more than just watching each other pee. Which made me even sadder, because I loved watching the jet of pee shoot out of Diane, and while sometimes it had been part of our love making, it was one of those little intimacies that I knew I was going to miss. I got up and tip-toed out, leaving them to it.

I got online, and for a while managed to lose myself in the complexities of computer code, until my stomach told me that I needed to eat. I got up, and as I walked towards the bedroom, I could still hear the sounds of lesbian love making. When I looked into the room, it absolutely stank of cunt, and the three women were arranged in a crude triangle, Diane eating Aurora's pussy, Aurora eating her mothers, and Linda in turn eating out her younger daughter, my wife.

"I think it's time to eat something apart from cunt," I said. "How about ordering a pizza?"

If it hadn't been so serious, it would have been amusing watching my wife, her sister and mother trying to decide which type of pizza they wanted, while they were still working each other to yet another climax, fingers in cunts, pussies and tits in mouths. Eventually I got some sense out of them, and I managed to call a pizza delivery company, and place an order.

While waiting for the delivery, I thought I'd make myself useful, tossing lettuce, tomatoes, slices of cucumber and some shredded carrot in balsamic vinegar and olive oil, and getting a box of Corona beer out of the fridge. I was a bit surprised when the girls came out before the pizza arrived, clearly freshly showered, and wearing loosely tied robes.

"Thank you, Jack," Diane said, giving me a kiss, her face smelling of her mother's and sister's cum even after her shower, and I was just opening a beer for her, when there was a knock at the door.

Linda got there first, and opened the door to a young-looking guy, though we knew he had to be at least eighteen to get the job. He handed her the boxes of pizzas, then she passed them on to Aurora.

"Do we owe you anything?" Linda asked.

"The pizza was paid for, but I normally get a tip ... needn't be money, though," he said, looking down the gaping front of Linda's robe.

"OK, you can feel one of my tit's."

"That's a real mean tip, lady. Both tits and a feel of your pussy."

"Shit, that's a bit much. One tit and you can finger me," she counterbid, and this time the guy accepted.

We watched as Linda opened her robe, letting the delivery guy study her tits and pussy, before grabbing a nipple with one hand, and pushing his other between Linda's open legs. He lingered, obviously enjoying the spongy feel of Linda's breast, and the warm wetness of her vagina, before saying thanks, and disappearing.

We ate our salad and pizzas, and drank a couple of bottles of beer each. I thought the girls may have exhausted themselves, but I should have known better. It was the beer bottles that did it, of course, Aurora catching Diane by surprise, as she was sitting with her legs up on another chair, by pushing her beer bottle up her cunt.

That set them all off, as you might imagine, beer bottles ending up in each of them, finishing with the wide end in first. Diane upped the ante, but claiming she could get a wine bottle up her as well, and the competition just escalated, each of them trying to get a champagne bottle further into their vagina than either of the others, which given how far I'd already seen my wife get it in her, was a real challenge.

I found it unbelievably arousing, but yet deeply depressing, as Diane had stopped paying any attention to me, and was deep into this lesbian activity. However, I couldn't drag my eyes away from staring at the three stretched, then gaping cunts in front of me. I thought the champagne bottle would be the ultimate, but I was wrong.

"Think we could get both our fists into Diane's cunt, Mom?" Aurora asked.

"Fuck off," Diane said, looking worried, but she had no chance at all.

Her mother slipped two fingers, then three, then four, while Aurora slipped back to the bedroom, coming back with a bottle of lube. With a squirt of that over her hand, Linda tucked her thumb into her fingers, then rammed her hand into Diane, her hole stretching until I started to get worried. Then her mother's hand disappeared inside her, her hole closing on Linda's wrist.

Diane's gash was pulled so far open, that her clit stood out like a small cock, and her sister lost no time in licking her fingers, then working them over and around it, making it bend every which way. Her mother also started pumping her hand in and out of her younger daughter's cunt, making her belly seem to expand and contract each time.

I really thought that was it, but then Aurora started pushing a finger inside her mother's palm, which she'd partly pulled out of my wife's hole. Then a second finger. Then a third. Then the fourth, each time Diane's face taking on a greater expression of both fear and pleasure, her mouth letting out little gasps, as her sister pulled her cunt opening wider.

No, surely not? But Aurora managed to get her thumb into the last little gap, and both her fist and her mother's plunged hard into my wife's cunt.

"Oh fuck!" Diane gasped, "are you two really holding hands inside my vagina?"

"You knew we were close, Sis, so just enjoy getting fucked by your sister and mother, darling," Aurora said, as the two of them rammed their fists in and out of Diane's hole, stretched beyond belief, making her squeal each time it pulled her open, and again when it hit the bottom of her womb.

Goodness knows how many times she'd come already that afternoon, but with such brutal treatment, I wasn't surprised when she came yet another time.

"Oh fuck, Mom, Au, get your hands out quick. You were pressing on my bladder so much that I'm dying for a piss, and I don't want to go all over the kitchen table."

I watched their fists come out of my wife with a loud plopping noise, leaving her hole gaping wide for a few seconds, before the three of them headed off to the bathroom again, leaving me to clean the leftovers away, and wash the plates. I could hear the girls having more fun, apparently trying to see how long they could stay on the edge without coming, when they played with each other's clits, so I took a couple of beers into the bedroom, put in some earplugs, and logged back to work on the computer.

I lost track of time, so it was late when I finished what I was doing, and when I removed the earplugs, everything had gone silent. I walked into their bedroom. Obviously, they'd finally exhausted themselves, and were asleep with a sheet over them. Linda was in the middle, and her daughters on either side of her, each with an arm over her. It would have made a touching family photograph - at least if you didn't know that they'd fucked each other to exhaustion all afternoon and evening.

I went back to the other bedroom, and tried to sleep myself, but my brain wouldn't shut off. I'd never wanted to see Diane at all after what she'd done to me, which still hurt. I still loved her, though, which could be the only reason I let myself be persuaded to try to sort out her brother fetish, which turned out to be her mother and sister fetish. The problem was that now I'd spoken to her, and seen her naked again, I wanted her more than ever. The irony was, though, that she seemed to have gone full time lesbian because of my intervention, and no longer wanted me.

Part of me wanted to cry at the prospect of losing Diane for ever, but part of me wanted to jack off as I couldn't get the images of Diane fucking out of my mind. In the past we would certainly have done it together, but I was determined not to give in to either temptation.

Eventually, I must have dropped off to sleep, because a woke with a start, hearing a voice in my ear.

"Make love to me Jack. Like you did on our wedding night. No, don't put the light on, darling."

It sounded like Diane, but it was so dark in the room that all I could see was a grey shape in front of me. I wanted to put the light on, but if it was Diane, I daren't risk upsetting her, given what she'd said. I reached out to touch the shape in front of me, and it certainly felt like a woman, and from the feel of her tits, Diane, or possibly her mother.

I still wasn't entirely sure that I had really woken up, rather than it all just being a vivid dream, but even if it was, I wanted her so much that either way I wanted to enjoy it. On the one hand, I recognised Diane's favourite perfume, on the other, I was surprised that I couldn't detect the musky scent of her mother's or sister's cum, given what she had been doing earlier.

I ran my hands over the body, which was Diane, the real Diane, in my mind, just as I had that first time, then followed my hands with my lips, avoiding her breasts, pussy and asshole until I had covered the rest of her with my touch and kisses. Then I felt another's lips on mine, a tongue entered my mouth, and a hand grabbed my rigid cock.

"Now slip inside me, Jack," she said, "and make slow, gentle, intense love to me."

As she spoke, she guided my cock up between her legs, and I pushed, letting it slide along her vulva, which was warm and moist, then into the hotter, wetter cavern of her vagina, which already seen plenty of action shortly before.

I pulled her over on top of me, letting her decide the pace and depth of my thrust. With one hand, I used my thumb to gently massage her clit, and with the other hand, I ran my hand over the back of her neck, pulling her towards me. We kissed again, and still exploring each other's mouth, I grazed my fingers through her hair, over her ears, down her spine, then between her butt cheeks, where I gently ran my fingers around her anus.

Diane, or the phantom Diane was moaning softly, as I started to arouse her from the inside and the outside. The feeling of my cock up inside her was nothing short of total ecstasy: my body was tingling, my cock and balls felt as if they were exploding, and I desperately wanted to shoot my spunk into her. But I also wanted the feeling to never end, which I knew it would as soon as I came.

I could hear my partner's breath starting to come in uneven pants, so I knew she was getting close, and between us, we speeded up the motion of my cock inside her cunt, and I rubbed harder on her clit. Just as we had on our wedding night, we came together, her leaking cum all over my balls, as I filled her vagina with my sperm. We lay together, our arms around each other, but all too soon: I felt Diane pull away from me.

"Please don't give up on me, Jack," she whispered, gave me a quick kiss, then disappeared into the darkness.

I lay there for a while, trying to work out whether what had just happened was real, or just a wonderful dream. I must have slipped back into sleep without realising it, and I still wasn't sure when I woke in the morning. There was dried semen on me, certainly, but had I just gone without sex for so long, and had it been such temptation watching the three girls, that I'd had a wet dream, the way I had when I was a teenager?
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God, how I wished it had been true, when I woke in the morning, but the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that it was just some sort of dream. I dressed and got everything ready to fly back home, then I walked into the breakfast area. The three women were there already, for once fully dressed, and breakfast laid out on the table.

"I'm really glad that I seem to have been able to help you, Diane. But I've made an appointment with an attorney to start divorce proceedings. I won't fight anything you want, and I won't mention Ra*e, lesbians or incest in the justification."

"You haven't forgiven me for what I got the guy to do to you, then, Jack?" Diane asked, looking upset, but I thought not entirely surprised.

"Not completely, Diane, and I'm not sure I ever will be able to. No ... but ..."

"But?"

"But the problem is that I still love you, Diane. You taught me everything about sex, and you're the only woman I've ever had. I even enjoyed watching you fuck other people, and I've loved watching you with your sister and mother. But I could see you were enjoying them so much, that there's really no place for me in your life, Diane," I said, my voice breaking at the end.

"I still love you too, Jack, but I love my sister and my mother just as much. I need to talk to my psychiatrist again a few times, and to Linda, Aurora and Aaron. Please, Jack, please don't do anything about the divorce yet. Just leave me alone for a while, and I'll call you if I've thought of a way forward. Don't give up on me yet, Jack," she said, her own voice cracking, and her eyes full of tears.

A shock went through me, as I recognised the same words that she'd used in my dream. Could it really have happened after all?

"Please, Jack, please do what Diane asks," Linda added.

"Thank you, Jack. I'm just so grateful to have found my baby sister again, so I understand how painful it is to be separated from someone you love. Please don't do anything we might all regret."

I didn't have much choice but to agree, did I? Anyway, if there was a way forward, then I wanted to find it.

I went back north, and threw myself into work, though I also decided the company was sufficiently successful that I should take a step back from the day-to-day. Yolanda was doing such a good job on the fashion app, that I made her head of apps, and Joshua head of the security side. For myself, I sought amusement by trying to find any more holes in our clients' security systems, and tried to put my wife, and her family, out of my mind. On family, though, I had a reply back from my DNA profile, which I'd signed up for after Linda had told me I had a sister. But it said no close relatives had been detected, so I put that away as well.

It was over two weeks later when I had a message from Diane, which simply said 'come Friday evening'. I flew down, nervous as hell, as I worried what crazy, unworkable option she might have come up with. I knocked on the apartment door, still not happy to treat it like my own, but although I thought I'd seen some movement behind the spyhole, no one let me in, so I used my key.

No one came to meet me, so I dumped my bag and coat, then started to look around.

"Jack?" a voice sounded.

It seemed to be coming from the main bedroom. There was something that sounded a bit off, but surely it had to be Diane, so I walked towards the voice. Shit, the woman lying on the bed naked, her legs open wide, wasn't Diane but her mother.

"Come on in, Jack. Diane's not back for a while. Why don't you come over here and fuck me before she gets back? Given all the terrible things you said she'd done to you, wouldn't you just love to stick your dick in her mother for a bit of payback?"

"Uh ... no, Linda ... I couldn't do that to her ... even if ..."

"Even if my tits and pussy are like Diane's? If you'd like to fuck her again - and I'm sure you would - why not fuck me? I mean, who knows, perhaps she's going to tell you she wants the divorce, so this might be your last chance to get up a gorgeous cunt like this," she said, pulling herself open, and working her fingers around her clit.

"No, Linda, I just can't. Diane's the only woman I've made love to, and we promised we'd always tell each other if we had sex with anyone else. I haven't given up on our agreement yet, and I don't think she'd be happy if I screwed you behind her back."

"You're right, Jack. She wouldn't," another voice came from behind me. "You've passed your first test, Jack. Well, second, maybe, if the first was just to come here."

I turned and saw Diane, fully dressed. I'd forgotten about the cameras we'd installed in the main bedroom, but realised that she must have been watching everything on the screen in the other bedroom.

"But here's your third test, Jack. Fuck Mom. Fuck her until she comes screaming with pleasure, while I watch."

"God, Diane, you're not serious, surely? She's your mother, after all."

"Well, I've fucked her, my sister's fucked her, my brother's fucked her, and if you really want to be part of the family, then you need to be able to fuck her too, Jack. And I want to find out how it feels to watch you with your cock in someone else, the way you watched me."

I just stood and looked backwards and forwards between the two of them. How the hell was this really going to help? Still, if there was really a chance of getting back together with my wife, fuck it, I was going to give them both a show they wouldn't forget. I didn't mind if I had to cheat a bit, though. I remembered where Diane kept her toys, and I grabbed a couple, shoving them under the pillow next to Linda, trying to disguise what I was doing as I undressed.

"Tell me what you'd really like me to do, Linda."

"No, Jack, you're on your own, else Diane will disqualify you."

I wasn't totally in the dark, having watched the three women fucking for a couple of hours a few weeks ago, though. Mouth first, I decided, getting in between Linda's legs and hoisting them over my shoulders. The scent of her musky, acrid cum filled my nose, as I looked down, opening Linda's cunt with my fingers.

Her lips were reddish brown, maybe a bit larger than Diane's, but her slit in between was a gorgeous salmon pink, her clit at the salmon end of the colour range, and the opening of her hole a purer pink. The whole length of it was glistening with the wetness of her cum, more of the sticky fluid clinging to the entrance of her vagina.

I lowered my head, pushing my tongue into her, while my fingers started manipulating her stiff little clit. I knew my wife was watching every little thing I did, as I licked back to her asshole, circling her wrinkled brown anus, before licking back to her other hole, exploring the inside again, then licking along to her clit, rubbing my saliva into her lips with my fingers.

I nibbled and licked my way down one side of her cuntlips, until I reached her vaginal opening, all the time rubbing my fingers over her clit again. She tasted delicious, and just knowing that I was eating out her mother in front of my wife set me tingling, and with the way Linda was stroking my cock with her hand twisted back beneath her meant that I knew I'd have to take care not to come too soon.

I repeated the cycle over and over: cunthole to asshole, cunthole to clit, then clit back to her increasingly wet vagina, all the time if I could, circling, pinching, flicking and massaging Linda's clit. I could hear her groans getting louder, and her hips started to move against my mouth, and she came in my mouth, pumping her cum into my mouth, the way I intended to fill her pussy with my sperm a bit later.

While she moaned loudly, she didn't scream, though. Not a surprise, but meaning that I knew I had to try harder.

I lifted Linda's legs further, taking them back so that her toes touched the bed either side of her head. Her asshole was now pulled even wider, and her cunt was gaping, fragrant, slippery and wet. I looked over at Diane, and she gave me a little smile, recognising that this was one of the positions we'd explored, after I'd produced the deep-fake sex positions app I'd created.

It was the piledriver, which allows probably the deepest vaginal or anal penetration of any of the positions. For once, having long arms and legs was an advantage, as when I stood, my cock was high enough for me to easily ram it into either of her holes. Not only that, but once in her, when I bent forward, I could easily reach her tits, which up to now had escaped my attention.

I rammed my cock first into her juicy cunt, leaning forwards, so that I was balls-deep inside her, and I pushed my hands between her tits and her legs, and I pulled, twisted and stretched her brown nipples. I'd never have dared be that harsh if I hadn't seen her daughters doing it to her, and her enjoying it, Then I straightened up, pulling out of her, my hands now moving to her cunt, my fingers stroking along both her lips, pulling and pinching them before rubbing her clit.

I heard her start to give out little whimpering noises, as I was rocketing her arousal towards another climax. Not yet, though; not by a long way. I moved my body to reposition my dick, wet with her cum, against her anus, then I drove it into her ass. As I entered her, I bent forward again, and started working on her tits again, this time squeezing all of her soft flesh, as well as her nipples.

Maybe that sounds awfully slow, and it was - to start with. But I gradually stepped up the pace, increasing the number of short strokes in each hole, before swapping to the other one, and moving from tits to clit. Linda was now making louder noises, and squirming around under me.

Shit, I wasn't intending to come myself, but there was no way I could ignore the stunning sensations shooting through me, from the friction on my cock as I plunged in and out of her cunt and then her asshole. I felt Linda starting to come, jerking around so much that I had to stop her falling over with one arm, while the other was rubbing hard around her clit, and my dick was ramming in and out of her tight ass as fast as I could.

Then I let myself come as well, sending my sperm deep inside my mother-in-law's arse, my wife watching me screw her mother. Linda had one hand in her mouth, biting it hard to stop herself screaming, and giving me the victory.

Still, I'd enjoyed coming in her more than I'd ever imagined possible, only the second woman I'd ever fucked, and it was made even better by the knowledge that her daughter, my wife, the woman who'd taught me to fuck, was watching. And, with the last-minute change of plan, I was looking forward to coming in her again. I needed a bit of time before I could manage it, though, so I grabbed the two dildos I'd pushed under the other pillow.

"Suck my dick off, Linda, the way your daughter used to like doing," I said, pushing it against her mouth, sticky with my spunk and her come, but with the additional scent from inside her asshole.

Mind you, she set to with enthusiasm, sucking in my limpness, then licking it off, using her tongue under my head, which even so soon after I'd come, started me tingling, and the blood flowing back into the spongy tissue.

While she did that, I got to work with the dildos. One was a thick, straight one, made of hard plastic, which I forced into her asshole. Despite its size, it slid in easily, lubricated by my spunk that had been oozing out of her. I turned it on, setting off a low buzzing from inside Diane's Mom. I looked across at Diane, and she gave me a smile, that I hoped I was right in interpreting as support for my cheating.

The other dildo was a soft-touch rabbit, shaped so that the internal part was intended to hit the mythical G-spot, but with wide, flexible ears to stimulate the clitoris, that is anything but mythical. I slipped this inside Linda's cunt, as wet with her cum as her ass was with mine, and I turned it on to a modest setting.

I left the dildo alone in her ass, once I'd made sure it was buried in her right to the very end, relying on its vibrations to do the job. But the other, I stirred around in her vagina, pressing the ears against her clit, then pulling the whole thing out of her, and using the harder, more intense vibrations on her clit.

I could feel Linda getting aroused again, as her mouth and tongue increased their attention on my cock, which was stiffening nicely, but I wanted to take her to the edge, without actually going over. I slid the dildo in her ass in and out a few times, matching the movement to that the rabbit in and out of her cunt, deliberately forcing them to bang into each other inside of her, squeezing her vaginal wall between them.

I turned the rabbit's vibrations up one notch, and I could feel Linda trembling, as I started to get her close again. I turned her half on to one side, making sure I hadn't loosened the dildo in her asshole, then I pulled the rabbit out of her, and replaced it with my dick. I could feel the vibration of the dildo inside her, dangerously intense when I thrust deep into her, amplified by the vibration of the rabbit as I used it on her clit.

I looked at Linda, and saw her eyes rolling back, as I kept her right on the edge of coming, by controlling how much I used the rabbit on her clit.

"Time to give your tits some more fun," I said, smiling, as I bent my head and caught one of her nipples between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her squeal, as her nipple stiffened in my mouth.

I pumped my cock in and out of her, as I used the rabbit on her clit again, and I swapped my mouth to her other tit, sucking in as much as I could, biting down, then sucking hard. I could feel her moving around under me, letting out moans and sighs as I teased her tit, and worked her clit to take her to the edge.

I knew she was going to come in a few seconds, but I still had a bit more in store for her. I flicked the rabbit to max, and drove it into her cunt, forcing my cock that was still in her out of the way, stretching her hole, and I pressed the rabbit ears tight against her clit.

Oh fuck, if she felt like I did, the dual vibrations rocking my cock, squeezed in her vagina between the dildo in her ass, and the rabbit alongside it, I knew it would be unbelievable. I couldn't hold on for another second, my mouth biting down on her tit, and my cock spraying a second load of sperm into her other hole, covering the rabbit the way the dildo must be already covered in her asshole.

"FUCK! Aagghh! AAAAAAGGHH!"

Both of us were writhing around as we came, and I was panting almost as much as Linda, my hot breath warming her tit, and I kept my teeth locked on it. She thought it was over, but it wasn't. As soon as I dared, I reached around to her ass, and I started pumping the dildo in and out of her anus, while I rammed the rabbit in and out of her cunt. I made sure though, to keep the ears on her clit, and I knew it must be causing her incredible pain and pleasure.

I could hear my spunk squelching in both her holes, and my softening cock was gradually pushed out by the rabbit and the dildo.

"Fuck! No, Jack," she yelled.

I heard Diane make a noise something between a gasp and a giggle, and then Linda changed her mind.

"Don't fucking stop, Jack!"

I had no intention of stopping anyway, but I did speed up the plastic fucking I was administering to both her sperm-filled holes, the rabbit's ears working their sexual magic on her clit as I did it.

"FUCKING MOTHERFUCKER!", Linda cried out, her voice breaking, her body thrashing around next to me as she came, and it was all I could do to stop from falling off the bed, using my grip on the dildos to keep close to her.

"I think that's enough Jack. You've passed that test with flying colours. But now I need Mom to get me to come like that, while I clean her holes of your sperm, Jack."

"Does this mean you'll let me back, Diane?"

"Not yet, Jack. There's one more test to go, before I tell you about my plan, and you can decide whether you want to be part of it or not. Just go to bed while my mother fucks me, and I'll tell you about the next test over breakfast."

"God, Diane, you are a heartless cunt, aren't you?" her mother said from the bed. "If he can fuck like that, and you don't want him, I'll have him. You'd take me as your Mommy, wouldn't you Jack?"

I was lost for words. Firstly, that Diane still had some other crazy test for me, but mostly because of what Linda had said. She'd used the words 'mother', then 'mommy', and they almost broke my heart. I'd never really known my biological mother, and the woman who brought me up gave me no real affection. Oh yes, I'd be happy to have Linda as my mother, and not just to fuck, but to give me some of the love that I'd never had as a child.
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I had another restless night, worrying that perhaps I hadn't done the right thing for Diane when I fucked her mother, then waking with a shock as I dreamt I came in - well, that was the problem - was it Diane, or was it Linda? Then when I did get to sleep, I didn't wake until later than usual. Diane was already in the kitchen, and there was no sign of her mother.

"I'm going to go into work, Jack. After the last session with the psychiatrist, she persuaded them that I was well enough to return, and wouldn't cause any more problems. I want you to meet me for dinner, with a couple of friends, and if you pass the test, I hope there will be a pleasant surprise for you at the end of it."

She gave me the address of a swanky Hollywood bar and restaurant, and told me what time to meet her. I had no idea what on earth the test could be, or why it was in a restaurant rather than at home, but I connected in to my business, and submerged myself in Java, Python, C++ and Swift, the last the newest, for the Apple apps, until it was time to go.

Diane had said to dress smart and luckily, I'd left enough clothes in her apartment for me to change into a jacket and pants, with a dress shirt. Just as well, because the place was every bit as up-market as Diane had said it was, and when the maître d' showed me to the bar, Diane was looking radiant in a super-fashionable blue dress. It had a tight skirt, which flattered her gorgeous ass, and a halter top where the material crossed over, covering her tits, but leaving enough side- and under-boob to get serious attention. She looked stunning.

However, so did Julie, who was perched on a bar stool, wearing an emerald-green suit, with a canary-yellow blouse that drew attention to her spectacular tits, while still modestly covering them. The final person was Aaron, Diane's brother, dressed like me, but looking far more elegant as he didn't have my gangly limbs. I was stunned and nervous, wondering what Diane was planning, as I greeted her and Julie with a kiss, and a handshake with Aaron.

"Hi Jack. I remembered how keen you were to fuck Julie when I brought her home, and how I was cruel to you. So, Jack, tonight you can have her. I'm going to go back with Aaron to get a brotherly screwing, and you can take Julie home with you. As far as I'm concerned, you can do anything you want with her."

"Don't look so scared, Jack," Julie said. "I'm looking forward to it. Remember how you tried to get your hand up my skirt on your wedding night?"

"You'd have fucked her then, wouldn't you, Jack, if I'd let you? I didn't even let you reach her cunt, did I? So why not try now, Jack? We'll cover for you."

This really didn't look like the sort of place where women got felt up at the bar, but Diane grabbed my hand, and pushed it between Julie's legs. I looked at Julie, who was smiling, and she parted her legs a bit more. Her skin was so soft on the inside of her thighs, and I remembered only too well trying to get further up while Diane was flirting with everyone, tits popping out of her wedding dress.

"Go on, Jack, do what you wanted to," Julie said softly.

I ran my hand slowly up her thigh, feeling the increased warmth as I got closer to her body, and the image of her pink, butterfly-like labia filled my mind as I touched not panties, but warm flesh.

"I think my butterfly might part its wings for you, Jack," Julie said, bending forward to kiss me, "I loved it when Diane told me the way you described me.

I felt the touch of her butterfly lips, which, as she promised, parted easily under my fingers, and I slid a finger into her vagina. I was so occupied with the mental image of her unbelievably beautiful cunt, that I'd forgotten about Diane's hand, until I felt another finger enter Julie, alongside mine.

"See, Jack? I told you her cunt was mine, but I don't mind sharing her now," Diane said, also giving me a smile and a kiss.

"Later on, though, Jack, I hope it won't be just your finger up me," Julie said, as both Diane and I pulled our fingers out of her when we saw the maître d' coming back to show us to our table.

We studied the menu and the wine list, then ordered what promised to be wonderful French-style cooking, with a Californian twist. It was every bit as delicious as we'd hoped, but I was surprised at the turn the conversation took.

"Tell me all about you, Jack," Julie asked, "Diane has never said much about your background."

I was also a bit surprised when I opened up, perhaps even more than I had to Diane, as I never liked talking about me, and especially not my loveless childhood. I explained that my parents had died in a car wreck, and I'd been brought up by my mother's much older sister, whose own children had grown, and how I never got any affection.

"We've got more in common that you realised, then, Jack. My parents died the same way, but apparently there was no family to take me, so I was adopted. I spent my childhood in northern Montana, watching mountains, cows and sunsets, and as soon as I could get away, I went to California."

"Didn't you say, Jack, that Mom reckoned you had a sister?"

"Yeah, but I'd no idea what happened to her. I tried sending my DNA to several of the family tree sites, but I haven't had any hits back, so who knows what happened to her."

"I guess if you were brought up on your own like us, Jack, it would be unbelievably great to find a sibling and get to know them?"

"Sure, it would, Julie, but I guess it's never going to happen for me now."

The talk then went to how we came to be working in the jobs we do now. Aaron was a graphic designer, with a website design firm I'd come across, and Julie turned out to have an eye for clothes design, and after working as a shop assistant, someone from the fashion house spotted her, and offered her a job. It was actually an enjoyable evening, although I was disappointed not to have the opportunity to amuse the butterfly under the table.

"Don't forget, Jack, whatever Julie will let you do, it's fine with me. You can tell me all about it in the morning, and I'll expect you to have used your freedom well. I'm going to get screwed senseless by my brother," Diane said, as she waved us off in our Uber to her apartment.

After the way she'd behaved when I brought her brother to her, I was a bit worried about what my wife was up to, and whether it wasn't a sign of her backsliding. Still, with my hand up Julie's skirt and hers on my cock, I managed to put it out of my mind on the drive back home. Instead, I wondered if I really was going to fuck my first woman without my wife being there.

As soon as we got in, and Julie pulled my cock out of my pants, I knew I was. I undid her blouse, releasing her beautiful big tits from her much-needed bra, sucking on her stiff pink nipples, as she let her skirt fall down, and she worked on my pants and shirt. We stumbled into the bedroom, shedding clothes as we went.

"I guess you'll want a closer look at my butterfly," Julie said, throwing herself on to the bed, tits bouncing everywhere, and laying back with her legs open.

Shit, did I ever. Her cunt was even more beautiful than I had remembered, and I just couldn't stop myself leaning over to kiss her lovely pussy lips. She pulled me over on to her, and took my cock in her mouth, her soft, squidgy breasts pressed against my chest.

I pushed my tongue past the butterfly, the tip inside her slit, pushing back to lick her cum from inside her hole, then up again to let me lick and nibble her clit. I wanted to come inside her, the way I had been trying to do when Diane had stopped me. Trouble was, I couldn't resist the taste and feeling of her cunt in my mouth, so I just kept licking and sucking and nibbling, enjoying feeling her starting to moan against my dick, and her body start to twist under me.

Oh fuck, it came on me all of a sudden, the contractions in my balls, then the feeling of shot after shot of spunk filling Julie's mouth. I felt guilty that she hadn't come for a few seconds, but I raced my tongue over her clit, and I suppose the first taste of my sperm in her mouth helped send her over as well, and she came, her butterfly wings plastered over my face.

"Shit, Jack, I hadn't intended us to come yet," Julie said, but the smile on her face, and the smear of my cum on her lips took the edge off the words. "I want you to fuck me, Jack. Fill my cunt with another load. But you need to recover ... and really, I ought to tell you something first. You might change your mind afterwards.

"No, I haven't got some horrible disease, Jack. But when Diane told me your story, it sounded awfully familiar as I was told I had an older brother, but no one knew where he'd gone. So, when she told me you'd done a DNA sample, I did as well. I marked mine as 'private', so it wouldn't show up as a hit for anyone else."

"I didn't do that, Julie."

"No, I know, Jack, because I did get a hit back. You. I'm your sister. So, do you still want to fuck me?"

There were tears in both of our eyes. First Diane's Mom offered to be my surrogate mother, and now I'd discovered a real sister! I threw my arms around her, and we hugged tightly, rocking gently, and letting our tears flow.

"I always felt something special for you, Jack. Surely you felt it too? I'm told that siblings who have been kept apart from an early age, often fall in love if they meet later in life, and don't know they are related."

"God, Julie, I guess I did, though I only ever imagined it was just a sexual attraction, and I confess it was always partly to try to get back on Diane for flirting with everyone."

"So, Jack, do you still want to fuck me? Fuck your long-lost sister that you barely remember? Connect not just through our emotions, but though your cock up inside me?"

I didn't answer, and given that my sister must have noticed that now my cock was stiff as a ramrod again, I didn't think I needed to. I just pushed her back on to the bed, and kissed her on the lips, my tongue exploring her mouth that I'd incestuously filled with spunk only minutes earlier, and my hands gently kneading her lovely breasts.

Maybe the butterfly helped guide the way, but as soon as my cock touched her cunt, it seemed to open for me, the head sliding back along her slippery gash, until it penetrated her vagina. My sister's vagina. Unknown, totally forbidden, but warmer and more welcoming than anything I'd ever experienced.

"Make love to me, Jack. Let's reclaim some of the lost love from all of those years apart, but celebrate in the way that only a few, special, brothers and sisters get to do."

And I did, touching and stroking her all over, kissing her face, her neck, her breasts. Gently sliding my cock in and out of her, enjoying not just the sensations themselves, wonderful though they were, but savouring the forbidden nature of what we were doing, and wallowing in the love for each other that our new knowledge had just released.

She was touching and stroking me, her hand often joining mine as I played with her butterfly, not letting it cover her stiff, pink clit.

"I'm going to come in you, sis," I gasped, as the pressure in my balls reached explosion point again.

"And I'm going to come around you, bro," she gasped back, her voice breaking as her climax swept over her like a tsunami, and I tried to fill her vagina with a tsunami's volume of semen.

"God, Julie, that was wonderful, though the most wonderful thing is finding my sister, that I didn't even know I had until a few months ago. But how was this a test that Diane had set?"

"Ah, well, Jack, Diane and I go back a long way. When I fled Montana to California, one of the first people I met at college was Diane. I guess we bonded through our different family troubles, and we ended up fucking. The first sex with someone other than myself, actually. So, you see, I was one of the few people who understood that Diane was really more lesbian than straight, but was trying to cover it up.

"I hoped you would be the answer, but her problems just got the better of her, even with you. Or maybe you just made them visible, Jack. Anyway, she was the one told me about your background, while I was eating her out one day, and I told her that your DNA had come up as my brother.
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