Incest/Taboo H.I.G.F.I.I.A.I.F

How I got forcibly inducted into an incestuous family part two

For those of you that don't know what the title means. Take a moment and look at the first letter of each word in the title of this story. In other words it's an abbreviation of the title. It's too long to be used on Lit hence why I had to do it that way.

"Stacy? What's wrong?!" Reda asked, as she opened the front door.

"I'm leaving Dan..." I almost felt for her, almost, as she fell in to my wife's arms bawling like a baby.

"What do you mean? Leaving Dan...?! Stacy, come in, let me make you some tea..." Okay, I might... have enjoyed the next part a tad bit too loudly. But I digress.

"Dan gave me gonorrhea!" Stacy bemoaned as she buried her face in Reda's chest when they sat on the love seat. A sound, a very curious sound could be heard in that stillness, that embarrassed silence filled room; it was the sound of a loud, echoing clap. And yeah, it was me, clapping my hands, laughing like a fool.

"Really Jerry?!" Reda gave me this look and rolled her eyes as I nodded my head very, very vehemently. I mean come on Stacy has 'The Clap' how could I not enjoy this interesting turn of events. "Why don't you go and help the kids get ready for school, while I help my sister," she said, in that cold tone of hers that I knew meant I shouldn't push any more. Shrugging my shoulders, I didn't really care if Stacy's feelings got hurt at the moment.

"Come on kids, let's leave the 'Clapper' and your mom alone for a bit," I said. What can I say I was enjoying myself. Is that so wrong? I could feel my wife's eyes burning into my back as I followed after the kids to their rooms.

"Dad?" Jason said, as he packed up his bookbag.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you being mean to Aunt Stacy?" Jason asked, he had this puzzled look on his face. How could I tell my son that his aunt raped me over three months ago and the child she was carrying was mine. I so wasn't in the mood to have the sex talk with my son, at least not yet.

"Yeah daddy, I thought you liked her?" Beth asked, as she ran around her room. It was her normal routine slacking off, doing whatever it was that caught her fancy until it was time to go.

"Things change," I simply stated.

"But it can't be so bad that you hate her now, can it?" Jason asked, mimicking that cocked eyebrow of mine whenever I ask a very pointed question.

"You know... never mind, I'll tell you when you're older," I sighed, rubbing my temple. I so didn't want to get into this with my pre-teen kids. I doubt they would understand the ramifications of it at their age.

"You always..."

"Jerry!" Reda's voice called up the stairs cutting Jason off. "Can you come down here?"

"Ten minutes," I said, authoritatively. "Then I'm taking you to school," I said, wearing a smirk at my kids moans as I turned to walk away.

"What is it Reda?" I asked, once I got to the first floor. Trying not to look at Stacy, at how she dabbed her eyes, nor was I trying to peer at the hump of her increased belly.

"Jerry before I tell you, I need your word that you will hear me out, okay?" I knew this couldn't be good, otherwise Reda wouldn't have told me to brace myself.

"Fine, what is it?" I sighed.

"Stacy needs a place..."

"No."

"Honey let me finish," Reda said, in a calm and stern voice. "Dan's been put under an IA investigation for his way of looking the other way when he collared a hooker." I couldn't help but chuckle at that, it seems my wife found it amusing too. "Stacy doesn't want to stay there, in that house, with him anymore. A lot has been going on that she's kept hidden from the family. She needs a place to..."

"Why not your parents?" I asked, trying to keep Stacy out of my house.

"Don't you think the father of her baby should be taking care of them?" Reda asked, giving me that pointed look.

"I didn't..."

"I know baby, but it happened. Now she or he has come to be. Will you be that kind of man?" Reda asked, knowing I couldn't say no. I'm not the kind of man who would run from my responsibilities even if it was forced upon me. "I promise Stacy won't be a bother," she told me, also telling me that since I haven't asked for a divorce this was something she was going to do. So either I could put my foot down and piss off my wife and still have Stacy staying or I accept that this was going to happen, and Stacy stays anyway. I'll just look more like a good guy with the other choice.

"Fine, not like I have a choice in the matter," I grumbled, walking away from my wife to get my briefcase from my office. I wasn't going to stay in that house when she was in it, at least not right then. My back stiffened when I felt my wife's hands running up it.

"Honey, I get it. You're mad, I know you. But she's my family, I know, I know," Reda whispered before I could answer. "You don't like her all that much right now. Yet she is carrying your child, Jerry. I know you aren't the kind of man who abandons his own offspring. You never once let down Beth or Jason, so I know you won't disappoint this child; and I know right now you have so much going through your head. I know this is too much given our somewhat making up, but I promise you she won't bother you," she said, as she placed a kiss on the back of my neck. "You have a good day," Reda whispered in my ear as she hugged me from behind. She and Stacy waved goodbye as they stood in the doorway of my home as I backed out of the driveway.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Aunt Stacy going to be staying with us?" Jason asked, as he and Beth both sat in the rear seat as we waited in line to drop them off.

"Seems so." I tried not to let my sigh touch my words.

"What happened to Uncle Dan?" Beth asked, innocently.

"The Daleks got him," I said, peered around the seat. Smiling at my kids as they laughed at the Doctor Who joke. Then again, they did love that show. I didn't actually mind watching it with them.

"Did they break up?" Beth asked, leave it to my daughter to hit the nail on the head.

"Seems so," I repeated. "You two have a good day, your mom will pick you up," I called after them as they slid out of the car once I pulled up to the curb.

"Okay!" Their voices were carried on the wind as they waved to me. Okay, yeah, my wife was right, I would miss this if I lost the ability to see the kids. I loved spending time with them. Even if it was waiting in line to drop the kids off at school.

Two weeks later...

My hand ran down my face as I was walking towards my bedroom. I had left early; it was getting tedious in avoiding Stacy around the house. Yet I had a feeling the entirety of that morning something was going to happen and as I walked into my bedroom... I was right.

"Really?!" I groaned as Stacy stood naked at the side of my bed her bra hanging in her hands. Staring at me with this startled look. Yet she didn't bother to cover herself as she stood naked in my bedroom. Why would she, not like I haven't seen it all before.

"Jerry?!" Reda's voice echoed from in the bathroom. "Hi baby!" She smiled at me as she walked out of the bathroom fully clothed. Honestly, I didn't know what to expect. She and her sister going to town. Moaning and whatnot in the middle of the day. Although the little spot of shaving cream on her left index finger should've given me a clue as to what they'd been doing. "Get dressed quickly." I heard my wife mutter as she walked behind her sister, flashing me that smile of hers to keep my anger at bay. "I know what you're thinking but it's not like that I swear," Reda stated.

"Oh? Then what is it then, if not two sisters munching each other out?"

"Perv!" Reda giggled as she slapped my shoulder hard. "We weren't expecting you home so early... Stacy's been itchy down there since she can't properly shave herself," she said, with this twinkle in her eye. "And since her antibiotics ran out today she's all clean. Show him Stacy," Reda said, from over her shoulder.

"I know you don't want to see me Jerry. I understand. But this is our -- Our -- baby you should at least touch him or her," Stacy said, as her hands ran over her small pooge as she walked towards the foot of the bed. Her right hand pressed down on the mattress as she lowered herself to it. "I didn't think being pregnant would be so difficult to shave myself," she said, milking him for sympathy, while slowly beginning to spread her legs as my wife stepped out of the way. Remembering the times in their teenage years that she and Reda would shave each other. Reda got more of a thrill out of it than she did, however, she didn't complain with what came after it. "But thanks to my sweet older sister, I don't have a jungle down there anymore," Stacy giggled. "What do you think Jerry? Doesn't it look pretty?" she asked, showing off her freshly shaved pussy. "You know when I think back to that night. When you gave me this gift," Stacy cooed sweetly as her hand ran along her belly. "I can still feel you in here." Her eyes meet mine daring me to look away as she spread her labia. With that I turned and walked out the door.

"Jerry!" I heard my wife calling for me. Trust me, I didn't leave at the sight of Stacy's cunt. I left because I was getting hard. I didn't want Stacy to know that she had that kind of effect on me. "Don't worry I'm sure he thought your pussy looked pretty." I heard my wife comforting her sister as I walked down the stairs to my office. Then I heard the tears. Not my wife's tears, Stacy's.

"What am I going to do Reda? What if Jerry doesn't want the baby or me?" Okay, that stopped me in my tracks. Would the child be taken care of financially, yes, would I be a father to him or her... I couldn't answer that at the moment. Although the question remains, why would I want Stacy? I already have a wife, why would I want another one?

"Give him some time Stacy." I heard my wife say. "This is all new to Jerry... and we just got back on speaking terms..."

"But you're getting fucked Reda! I hear it every night!" That was true. We did have sex six nights a week. Mostly it was to annoy the piss out of Stacy since she took the guest room closest to ours. Hence why I had been avoiding her so damn much. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to yell sis..."

"It's okay Stacy, I've been pregnant too, you know?" Was it wrong of me to picture my wife cradling her own sister's breasts in my mind as they talked. To squeeze those milk filled breasts to the point of her rich breastmilk squirting out. "What the fuck is wrong with me?!" I asked myself as I stood there with the heel of my hand pressing against my forehead.

"I'm just so damn fucking horny!" I heard Stacy bemoan. "Who thought being pregnant would make me like this?!"

"I could have told you that sis." I heard Reda say as she moved about the room.

"Why did Dan have to go fuck a hooker? He knew I'd suck that cock, fuck him each and every way he wanted. Let him bury it in my ass if he wanted. Why did he have to go do that to me?!" I know it was wrong eavesdropping like I was. Yet I just couldn't seem to move from that spot on the stairs.

"I don't know Stacy. You know how jealous Dan was of Jerry."

"Yeah, what's up with that anyway? Sure, Jerry might have had to be the one that impregnated me, but Dan was on broad with the whole thing. I mean it was his own... Oh my god!"

"What?!" Okay, I too was a little curious as to what she was about to say.

"What if Dan did this to like check something off a bucket list?"

"What do you mean?" I heard my wife ask.

"You know fuck the sister, that sort of thing."

"But Dan's fucked me plenty of times before then." I shook off my anger, I couldn't go storming off when this was getting good.

"True. But that was always with a condom, this time it wasn't. So what if he thought now that I have the baby I always wanted, he could go and dip his dick into anything that moves."

"I don't know sis, that's kind of..."

"I know, I'm grasping at straws here." I could hear the frustration in Stacy's voice.

"How about we go out?"

"Can't we just stay in sis? Surely, there's enough space in this house that me and Jerry won't bump into each other, right?" Something I had thought too, and we know how that worked out. "Plus, my ankles are swelling... How pathetic am I? I marry a man that openly cheats on me when all he has to do is wait every month and he can have all the pussy he wants. Now... Now..." I could hear her sobs building. "The father of our child can't stand to be around me long enough to feel his own..."

"Shhh! It's going to be okay sis." I heard Reda comforting her sister. With that I silently eased my way down the stairs. Hoping I could hide out in my office for a while, so I could ponder on just what I overheard. It's not like I didn't want to feel my child moving around. It was just that... hell I can't explain it. Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually looking back on events with rose colored glasses, you know what I mean? I know some of you would be like so go fuck her! Let her slobber all over your dick and whatnot. Yet I was still monogamous to my wife even if she wasn't at the time. Well, you'll see what I mean.

I don't know why I was doing this. I mean I am a good person, or I like to think I am, as I search through WebMD to find something to help with the swelling. "God, help me," I sighed as I read that lavender essential oil could help with it. I know if I went and got it I'd be the one putting it on her. "Fuck!" I muttered as I shot from my seat, causing my chair to roll back, pacing the room, wondering if this would lead somewhere if I did this. Like I said before Stacy is a beautiful woman and given what I heard my wife was probably brewing something in the shadows waiting to bite me in my ass. Sighing, hanging my head, knowing what my grandfather would have told me to do if I had asked him. Grabbing my keys, hoping that being the nice guy doesn't get me screwed, literally.

"Jerry?! Where are you going? You just got home?" Reda asked, as she peered down over the banister of the mezzanine.

"I just forgot to pick up something, I shouldn't be gone long," I said, looking up at my wife.

"Okay..." Giving me that 'sounds fishy but alright' kind of look. "You be careful, okay?"

"Right," I said, waving to her as I left the house.

It had taken me a little over an hour to return. I knew soon Reda would have to leave to pick up the kids. "God, I hope I'm doing the right thing," I muttered to myself. I had a feeling of how this would go. Breathing out a breath, my hand rested on the curved handle, my thumb pressed down on the lever, pushing the door open. Praying my wife didn't see too much into this. I found the foyer was empty. I heard the TV going from the den, were I had put a projector in so we could watch movies on the wall, or Netflix, whichever came first. Silently easing the door closed, trying to get this done before Reda found out that I was home. Slipping out of my shoes so the noise won't give me away.

"Shit," I hissed low as I stopped in the door way that led into the den. There she was -- Reda!

"Hey honey!" Reda smiled lovingly at me as she turned around to peer over the back of the couch. Then I watched those eyes slowly moving down my body, "So... did you get what you needed?" Reda asked, her eyes staring at the brown paper bag in my hand. I knew she had no problem seeing the store's logo on it. My eyes cut hard as Stacy turned in her seat. "Sweetheart, just what have you got there?"

"Wow. Jerry. I didn't take you for a pedicure type of man," Stacy whistled as she took note of the brown bag she had seen at a few of the salons around town. "And you... sis is that what I think it is?" Her eyes widened as the name of the establishment flashed in her eyes.

"Yes, it is, baby?!" Reda said, rising from her seat, already putting me on the defensive. "Just how did you get that bag?" she asked, her eyes darting between the bag and my face.

"The store, of course," I rolled my eyes.

"Don't you get smart with me, if I find out you've been holding out on me... I don't know if I want to fuck you or punish you...." Reda muttered. She did truly look deep in thought about that. I have to say I was a little afraid and turned on at the same time as her finger tapped her lips as she thought on a solution. I had to act fast, had to escape before she finished.

"I got this for Stacy," I said, holding out the bag to Reda.

"Really now?!" Reda asked, her eyebrow rose, her eyes looked at me in that kind of inquisitive lustful look as she took the bag from me. "Just what did you get?"

"They said it's good, to help with the swelling," I said, feeling my cheeks heat as I looked away.

"You got it for me?" Stacy asked, perking up in her seat.

"Hey!" Reda pouted as Stacy snatched the bag from her sister.

"It's for me after all, I get peeks first," Stacy said, with a light squeal of excitement.

"Come here baby," Reda looked at me with those predatory, wild, hungry eyes. Her knee pressed down on the cushion of the couch as she leaned forward. "Come 'ere for a sec." For some odd reason it seemed my body did actually have a mind of its own as I neared my wife. Looking down as her fingers slipped inside my waistband and pulled me to her by my belt. I had forgotten how forceful she could be when she's really turned on. "Tell me baby, just how? You know what I mean, you just can't walk in and take one..."

"What? I like my feet, soft, something wrong with that?" I asked, shrugging. Blowing it off like it wasn't a big deal. The act was true, it was the company that was the big deal. You could get one only if you buy something, yet in order to buy something you have to be a member, which I was. What made it so special about it? Other than, the best salon in town, that's a long story... I looked down as her breasts swayed, locking me in that hypnotic trance.

"No, nothing wrong with that. But who got you that bag?" Reda asked, her eyes shooting towards her sister.

"She does ask a good question," Stacy said, looking up. "Ah hell," I groaned in my head as I felt the tide shifting out of my favor. "So just, who bought you this?"

"No one," I sighed, "I'm a member, alright."

"When were you going to tell me this?" Reda asked, looking hurt that I would hide this from her. It wasn't like I knew it was popular I only went like twice a month.

"Umm... Never crossed my mind. I figured the person you go to is way better than where I go," I said, only I knew I had to play this right. Either way, it'll be interesting to say the least. "You never mentioned you ever wanted to go, not to me at least."

"Jerry, tell me, just when did you join?" Reda asked, batting her eyes at me. Sweeting me up for when she asks.

"About a year before I met you, I got grandfathered in when this membership thing started," I stated, truthfully.

"Are you telling me," her fingers curled around my shirt, "I could have been going to it all these years?!" Reda asked, in this lustful angry purr.

"Yeah, pretty much," I admitted. Knowing if I lied... not worth it.

"I'm not mad baby." Reda leaned forward; her cheek brushed against mine. Her breath hot in my ear, "you'll just have to take me tomorrow to start making up for it," she whispered.

"Umm... I have to make an appointment like everyone else, that could take weeks, but... but..." I had to hold off that temper as I saw her eyes narrowing. "Just come with me to mine." I noticed how Stacy looked at me when I said that.

"What do you mean, yours?" Reda asked, pressing her breasts into my chest. She knew she was playing dirty. Was I going to complain? No.

"I have the standard two appointments a month. My first one is in a few days. Just tell me what you want done and I'll see if I can't get you in besides what I already get."

"And just what do you get there, Jerry?" Stacy asked, shoring up her sister. I knew without a doubt she would find a way to make an appearance.

"Other than, the pedicure?" I asked, seeing them both nod. "A massage. If you want a manicure I think that can be done. Anything else will have to be added to the next one so you can book whomever you want."

"Jerry, are you inviting us to join you?" Reda asked. I had to fight myself at not grabbing hold of my wife's ass. Yeah, we might have had sex, didn't mean everything was fixed. I was still angry and hurt, yet while my mind was still in flux, my body on the other hand knew what it wanted, and it wanted my wife.

"Yeah, you two want massages too? So I can tell them to add the two of you to it..."

"But Jerry... you sure I can go?" Stacy asked, her left hand softly rubbed the top of the child's head.

"Jerry, when are we going?" Reda asked, with a sultry seductive tone as I noted the look in her eye that told me we were about to fuck.

"What are you doing two days from now at ten in the morning?" I asked, my lower body trembled as Reda stroked me off through my pants and in front of her sister.

"Me... hmm... I can take a day off," Stacy said, after some careful thought.

"So can I," Reda purred as her fingertips ran up the length of my cock... "Oh dear... is that the time," she said, playing innocent as she peered over my shoulder. Her eyes glinted as she looked at me telling me she knew that I knew that she knew that I was on to her and I fell perfectly into her trap. She had set the stage, now she was going to see if I could resist that taunting torrent on this road of discovery. "I have to go get the kids," Reda said, her hand patted my chest. "Jason has been wanting to go to that new game shop. I think that should give you plenty of time," she said, knowing the one she was speaking about was on the other side of the city. That would mean I'd have to endure an hour with her sister.

"You're a wicked and cruel temptress," I growled low.

"You can spank me later," Reda purred as she kissed me lightly.

"So... Jerry, will you rub this into my ankles," Stacy asked, holding out the bottle as I turned to her once my wife left the room.

"Can't you..." Stacy shook her head. I fought back the sigh I felt forming. "Can't you wait till Reda gets home?" I asked, I really didn't want to. Not when Reda got me all hot and bothered. I'm in one mess because I followed my little brain. I so wasn't going to let it do so again.

"No, I'd like to enjoy it while it's still somewhat... relaxing," Stacy said, I watched as she scooted over to the armrest. "You wouldn't want to add stress to me in an already stressful situation, would ya?" she asked, as she held out the bottle. "I can do some damage in an hour," Stacy said, with this look asking... no daring me to see the carnage she could do.

"Fine," I sighed. Laying my suit jacket along the back of the chair. Unbuttoning and rolling up the cuffs of my sleeves so they wouldn't get marred by the massage oil.

"Come on Jerry, scoot closer," Stacy said, batting her eyelashes at me. "I don't bite," she cooed wiggling her toes at me.

Squirting some of the oil into the palm of my hand. Taking her right foot into my hand, my thumbs ran up the sole of her foot, paying particular attention to one pressure point I knew so well. I wasn't going to be the only one flustered. Not saying I was going to fuck Stacy, was it cruel of me to make an already horny, pregnant woman even more aroused? Probably. Was I going to lose sleep over it? Not so much. I glanced up as Stacy gasped.

"Jerry do you know what... you are doing?" Stacy asked. I could see the pressure point was already doing the work for me.

"I have no idea what you mean," I said, innocently. My eyes quickly looked down as the bottom of her robe opened enough to show off her red panties she had put on while I was gone. I kept my eyes on her foot not wanting to go any higher. I so wasn't about to fall for another trap. I felt my cock twitch as I listened to her light moans and whimpers as my fingers rubbed the oil into her skin.

"That feels so wonderful," Stacy said in this sultry tone, as she gazed at me through half-lidded eyes. "Now," lifting her left leg causing her robe to slide off her thigh allowing me to see her mound unhindered, "do the other one," she purred. I could feel her trembling as I rested the heel of her foot on my left hand as I repeated the process. I slyly glanced up as I heard her nails scrapping along the cushion. That was when I noticed the wet spot on her panties. The way her breathing quickened, how her body stiffened, to the smell of her sex as it laced the air. I looked down as her big toe brushed along the back of my cock. Shooting her a pointed look she just smirked in response.

Once my task was done, I rose, grabbed my jacket only to be stopped as Stacy took hold of my wrist. "Jerry, I know you don't want me. I can't tell you how sorry I am for what we did, but I'm not sorry for the child that's growing inside of me. Maybe when the child is born you'll love it just as much as I do," Stacy said, letting go of my wrist. "Although..." Her index fingers tapped against each other as she looked away bashfully. "I'm not saying you have to or anything. But we could fuck you know," she said, her eyes glanced at me then darted away only find their way back to me. "I mean we've already had sex before; Reda won't mind, I swear."

"Not going to happen," I stated as I began to head towards the door. Only to look back and see Stacy had taken hold of my belt.

"Please Jerry, I'm so horny," Stacy whined as her ass wiggled behind her.

"Don't you have a you know... a husband?"

"Served him divorce papers yesterday for giving me the clap!" Stacy said, her pleading eyes looked up, into mine, begging me to walk behind her, lift up her robe, push aside her panties and shove my cock deep into her.

"And what about your brother or father, given everything I saw that night. I'm sure you can find someone to scratch that itch."

"I don't want them Jerry! I want you, why do you think I chose you and not anyone else to be the father?" Stacy asked, I on the other hand was pleased to be saved by my wife's timely arrival.

"Well now, I see the two of you haven't killed each other yet," Reda said, as the sounds of our children's feet raced up the stairs. I watched as her eyes ran down my back as she leaned to the side to see her sister's hand attached to my belt. "Jerry, honey, just what have you been doing in my absence?" Reda asked, with a smile on her lips.

"Nothing," I said, detaching Stacy's hand from my body. "I was just leaving," I said, as I walked past my wife.

"I was so close; couldn't you have waited like twenty minutes?!" I heard Stacy say as I leaned against the wall.

"I gave you an hour, was that not enough?" This just confirms that my wife was definitely up to something.

"No." I heard Stacy sigh. "Although he did get me off, who knew you could cum from having your feet rubbed. But that only made me more horny."

"Don't worry sis, we'll think of something." With that I headed towards the half bath on the first floor of our home. Honestly, I'm not sure what to think of my wife trying to get me to fuck her sister as I washed my hands of the oil that coated them. I sighed as I noted the tent in my pants, knowing I was going to have to take care of it before the kids came bounding down the stairs. I looked up into the mirror over the sink as water dripped off my face in an effort to calm myself down. Turning my head as the door to that half bath opened. "What are you doing?" I asked, keeping my voice low so not to alert the kids. Feeling how small that bathroom really was at that moment.

"What does it look like?" Stacy asked, as she locked the door behind her.

"Something stupid," I retorted.

"Only if you don't enjoy it," Stacy shot back before dropping to her knees. Feeling her hands roughly taking hold of my hips, turning me around. "Thought so," she said, her eyes stared intently at the protrusion of my tented pants. "You never got to experience what I can do with my mouth. Let me get you off. I promise you won't regret it," Stacy said, as she stared up at me.

What was I to do? Should I let my wife's sister suck me off? Toss her out of that small bathroom? You can see where this was going, and that pesky little head of mine was making itself known. We all know where that tends to lead me. Sometimes I think my cock just wants to get me into trouble, and the fact that my wife had already got me worked up and how Stacy reacted earlier had left me rather... backed up for the lack of a better word.

"Please Jerry," Stacy said, her eyes pleading with me as she gazed up at me. "Let me show you what I can offer you."

"Why?" I asked, while me and Reda still had a long way to go to get even remotely close to what we were before that night, that didn't mean I was going to fuck or have Stacy suck my cock.

"Because Jerry," Stacy said softly, as she peered through those long eyelashes of hers. "I'm going to need your help as the months go on. More so when our baby is born. I want to make it up to you for what we did that night."

"And that involves... whatever you got going on inside that head of yours?" I asked, unsure if my wife didn't have a hand in this.

"Mmmhmm," Stacy nodded smiling up at me. "Jerry..." My body shuddered as the palm of her hand ran up the back of my cock as the heat of my erection soaked into her skin. "It's okay to be nervous, we all were when we first were brought into the truth about my family. Although Mom and Dad didn't bring us in like you or Maranda were when we both reached eighteen. Just let me take care of you," Stacy pleaded as she ran her lips up the length of my covered cock. "We don't have to fuck, I would like that, but I want to show you what I can do for you."

"Again why?" I asked, wondering if this was what she meant about me wanting her.

"Because..." I watched as her cheeks grew red as the seconds passed. "With Dan's betrayal of our marriage, I want a man that's given me the greatest gift anyone could ever give," Stacy said, her hands held onto my hips as her robe inched open. Her braless 32C breasts started to come into view. "Look at them Jerry," she said, pushing aside her robe allowing it to slide down her arms and pool in her lap. "Look at the body, the woman, the life I am offering you," Stacy said, her hands lightly ran up my thighs as she gazed up at me. I knew I couldn't toss her to the left to get her out of the way of the door due to how close the toilet was; nor could I do the same to the right given the wall. I wasn't about to be charged with assaulting a pregnant woman. I could see the headlines now: Prominent CEO arrested for battery on a pregnant woman! I saw the stock in the company plummeting before my eyes. I was caught between a rock and a hard place -- literally!

"You can scream if you want." Stacy had this smirk on her lips knowing I wouldn't. I didn't want my kids to see their father and their aunt like this. "How would you explain it to Jason and Beth, hmm? Especially when I have your cock in my mouth when they get here," she said, her eyes daring me to as she unzipped my fly. "I just want to be with you Jerry." She rose to her knees, the hard nipples of her 32C breasts poked my legs as Stacy snaked my cock out. "I want to show you how good a wife I can be to you. Do you know how I watched you as you played with Jason and Beth when Mom and Dad would hold whichever party of the month they had going? Did you know how that made my heart flutter when I saw the joy on their faces knowing they had a good, kind, and loving father? You didn't care that they weren't yours, that another man fathered them, you raised them, cared for them, stayed up with them. Nursed them when they were sick or had fallen. You have no idea how that made me so fucking aroused. Then I would look at Dan, I would silently mourn the fact that he couldn't give me children. Maybe I knew deep down he wouldn't make a good father, not like you Jerry," Stacy said sweetly, as her hand softly stroked my cock.

"Yet now? Now you've given me the gift that I've always wanted. A child, by a very good man..."

"Oh shit!" I sucked in a gasp as Stacy inhaled my cock. Okay, I'll admit Stacy was good, no doubt about that, however, she couldn't compare to Reda's cock sucking skills. Stacy might be tighter than Reda due to Reda having given birth to two kids. Reda made up for it with that amazing mouth of hers. I still remember the first time Reda took me into her mouth. It was the third day of that convention ten years ago, we had been flirting like mad during the first two days, it was like we just connected. We spoke at length about a number of subjects. I learned how her then long term boyfriend had run off on her leaving her to take care of two children on her own. It reminded me of how my own parents were taken from me, and how my grandfather had cared for me. I couldn't believe how this hot twenty-four-year-old woman was into me. In my twenty-eight years on the earth at the time, that never happened! Sure, I had sex, just not as regularly as I would have liked at the time. So there I was in the stairwell of the hotel, getting the best blowjob that I had ever experienced. After that, well, let's just say we didn't see a lot of the convention the rest of the week.

"I told you," Stacy purred, her eyes held a hunger to them as she licked up the back of my cock. "I know you're still mad at us Jerry, you hide it, but we can see it. Give us the chance to make it right. I know it wasn't right. Yet you have to understand, I have a condition. I have a lower count of eggs than the normal woman. I couldn't take the chance that you would say no. I know Reda told me you might have said yes. Still that was a risk I couldn't take. Not when I was at the peak of my fertility. I had such a small window to ensure that your sperm found my egg, and I've so wanted this cock," Stacy purred as she brushed her cheek along the side of my cock.

"Still, no matter how much you wanted it, what you did..."

"I know Jerry, I know. I promise for the rest of our lives I'll make it up to you," Stacy said, before sinking back down on my cock.

My thighs trembled; my hands gripped hard on the edge of the sink as her tongue teased my already oversensitive cock. "Getting a little head of yourself, huh?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Maybe... but how often is any man offered the chance to have two hot sisters fucking him any time, any place, in any position he wants?" Stacy asked, once she had pulled off from my rod. "And you don't know how hard it's been for me this past week. Hearing you fucking my sister so hard, making her moan like that. How every night my sheets were soaked as I touched myself to orgasm after orgasm." I had wondered why there were so few sheets in the linen closet when I would change the bed once Reda took a shower after we had sex. "I just wanted to run in there and crawl along the bed and push my sister aside, spread my legs and tell you to fuck me!" Her slurping grew loud in that tiny room as she attacked my cock as she sucked hard on it, to get to the creamy center. My hands moved on their own as they pressed against the back of Stacy's head. It's an instinct so sue me! Seeing Stacy staring up as me as my cum flooded her mouth. Feeling her swallow every drop as her tongue moved along my deflating cock. "God! I love it! I don't know if it's the pregnancy or the fact it's just so tasty, but I love your cum," Stacy said, licking her lips.

Her fingers hooked beneath my waistband pulling herself up. Allowing her breasts to drag up my body as she rose. "Anytime, anywhere, any hole you want, all you need do is ask and its yours," Stacy whispered her hand cradling my slick cock like it would rise once again, and it would if she kept toying with it. "Next time don't wait so long, or I'll have to take drastic measures," she said, in this teasing tone before pulling her robe closed. Turning on her heel, smirking at me from over her shoulder before opening the door.

My face grew red hot as Reda leaned against the wall in front of me, her arms across her chest, wearing a mischievous smirk on her lips as her sister walked past her. Her eyes flickered down, biting her lip, then back up with a burning hunger in them. How could I have forgotten my cock was still hanging out?!

"Well Jerry, seems you're having a little fun with my sister," Reda said, in that teasing joking tone of hers.

"Not like you didn't hear, or plan for this to happen," I retorted zipping up my fly once I stuffed my cock back into my pants. "Want to tell me what the hell you're playing at?!"

"Who me?!" Reda said, feigning shock as her right hand lightly rested on her chest. Rolling my eyes at the display. My heart leapt into my throat as Reda stepped into the bathroom. I really don't know how much more I could take that day. "Didn't you like it honey?" she asked, pressing her body against mine once the door was closed encasing me in that tiny room all over again.

"That's not..."

"That is the point Jerry!" Reda hissed; her eyes took a hard edge to them. "I'm trying to get you to see how good it can be, not just with Stacy, but with everyone in the family. I want to share this with you."

"Is that why their father ran off? Because you pulled the same shit on him as you did me?" I asked, it had been on my mind. I knew of the man; I had a PI track him down so he could support his kids. Okay, I'll admit I got a very pleased smirk on my face when they informed me of how crappy his life was. I found poetic justice in that he had thrown away a beautiful woman like Reda to become a bum living in his van on some beach in southern California.

"Fuck no!" I looked down as my wife's fingers curled around my shirt. "I didn't trust that ass not to go running his mouth off. He never knew about our... gatherings. He's nothing like you baby, he was always a slouch, a slob, and a very sub-par lover. He did give me Jason and Beth they're the only good things that came out of that relationship. If he died tomorrow I wouldn't care, because I have the most amazing man in the world," Reda said, pressing her breasts against me. Yeah, that's totally fighting unfair I tell ya! What man can ever think straight when their wife's 36C breasts were pressed so firmly against them? Without a bra on I might add.

"And why do you think I would want that?" I asked, I had to keep my wife on the defensive. I for one wanted to watch my wife's, and her brother's, faces when I fuck Maranda silly. I wanted to see the looks of horror and sadness as I made that woman moan like she's never experienced. Why else do you think I stayed with Reda? Oh, I was all set to divorce my wife. True. The kids did swing my thinking in Reda's favor. I do love them dearly. Still, I needed to hurt her as badly as she hurt me to fully understand what she did to me on that night. Plus, the thought of knowing that Baran had to watch his wife getting the best sex of her life was going to be awesome I tell you. Did I care if her family hated me after I implemented my plan? Hardly. Would I still go to their little gatherings once I let them all feel the anger I felt? Of course! If my wife is fucking someone else other than me, I might as well too, right? It's only fair, no? But I'm getting ahead of myself here. "Isn't it bad enough you move your sister into our house without a care of how it would affect me?"

"But Jerry... she's carrying your child," Reda said, her eyes darted to and fro knowing that my actions for the past two weeks weren't mirroring those now.

"And?! She raped me, used me, all for what? A child I didn't want with her. I wanted that with you, but I accepted that would never happen. I'm not saying it's your fault. I just accepted that it would never happen..."​