Group Sex Robin's Wedding

Author's Notes:

This series is about the continuing adventures of John and Robin.

The chronological order of the stories is:

Double Trouble -- Chapter 1 -- 7

Back Home for the Holidays -- Part 1 & 2

Robin's Wedding -- Chapter 1 -- 12

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I hope to present this book in a way that does not require you to have read all the prior stories. However, if you want to learn more about the events leading up to this wedding and the other events in this book, please read those books first. I think that the writing, and editing, has increased in quality over time, so, please be kind to the earlier chapters of Double Trouble.

In this story, while all in first person, each chapter will not necessarily be told by the same character.

This story contains many types of sex, including some adult sibling incest. It does not have any non-consensual elements. I am classifying all chapters as Group Sex since swinging is the overriding theme. All characters, though fictional, are 18 years of age or older.

Please be aware that I have already written all chapters of this story and am releasing them in sequence. So, knowing that, please realize that your comments will not be able to affect later chapters.

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Mending Fences

January 6

* * * Angela Sutherland * * *

"You cut your hair!" my sister, Robin, exclaimed as if she were accusing me of mur*er.

I had just let her and her sexy fiancé, John, into my apartment. It was the first time I had seen either of them in six months.

Seeing Robin's face with her cute freckles, full mane of orange hair, and piercing green eyes made me weak in the knees as the rush of love I felt for her threatened to overwhelm me. So, her tone had caught me off guard.

I ran my hand through my shoulder length blonde hair and observed, "A couple months ago it was a bob; now it's back down to my shoulders."

"It used to be down to your ass," she told me, as if I didn't know.

Robin and I had been best friends since elementary school. When my parents died, her mother took me in and raised me as her own. As far as I was concerned, she was my sister. In all that time, I had let my hair grow long. She had never seen me with short, or medium-length, hair.

I had planned on her visit being a happy occasion. She had asked me to be her Maid of Honor and said she had forgiven me for trying to break up her relationship with John, now her fiancée. Still, at her words, I found unbidden anger quickly building in me. "Your point being?" I challenged.

Robin squinted at me, scrunching up her cute little nose, cocked her head to the side and asked, "Are you mad at me?"

I hadn't planned on attacking her as soon as she walked in the door, but she had really struck a nerve with me. I suppose, in hindsight, my anger had been bubbling just under the surface for months. "Hell yeah, I'm pissed at you!"

"Me? After what you did -" she began, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Look, I know I screwed up, but I explained why I did what I did," I interrupted. Angrily, I continued, "I apologized profusely. I tried to make amends, spending a small fortune to give you two, from what I hear, was the time of your lives. And what did I get for that? Huh? A woman I literally consider my sister telling me that she forgave me, but then cutting me out of her life. You moved out and I haven't heard from you for months! Now I hear that John is the one that convinced you to reach out to me?"

"You spoke to my mom since I called you," Robin observed, realizing that was the only way I could have known that information.

I felt like she had slapped me right across my face. "She's my mother too!" I shouted defiantly. Then, realizing that wasn't completely true, I added, "Well, I call her my mother and I call you my sister. Is that wrong? You've always made me feel like an outsider."

Robin's forehead wrinkled and she said, "I've asked you to be my Maid of Honor. I'm here to mend fences."

"I know you are, but only thanks to John. Either way, you're pretty bad at it." I realized that she didn't really mean to insult me and that I had overreacted. My anger lessened.

"I know," she told me sadly. "Did you cut your hair because I hurt you?"

"I felt like I needed a change," I immediately replied.

"What about the tattoos, the goth makeup, and the piercings?" she asked, most of my tattoos visible since I only wore my blue tank top, denim shorts, and bare feet, despite how cold it was outside. I was showing a lot more skin than she was, since she had just come in from the cold, dressed in a black sweater dress over blue jeans and black boots.

"You think everything's about you, don't you?" I challenged.

Anger sparked in Robin's eyes. She said, "Oh, so, ever since I've known you, you've had long blonde hair, normal makeup, wore earrings only occasionally, and had no tattoos anywhere on your entire body; but I leave for a few months and you cut all your hair off, get a bunch of, admittedly really pretty, tattoos, get half a dozen holes in your ears and a couple in your nose, start wearing dark eye shadow with black lipstick, wear black nail polish, and that's just a coincidence?"

She had a point, I admitted to myself. Maybe I had remade myself in a sort of protest against Robin, but I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of admitting it to her. "Well maybe I finally felt free to do what I really wanted to do. Did you ever think about that?"

"No. I thought you always did whatever you wanted to do. God knows you broke up every relationship with a man I've ever had. You weren't holding back then," she fired back, her voice rising higher and higher in the small apartment.

I had pissed her off which, in turned, pissed me off right back again. "Oh my fucking god!" I shouted. "I said I'm sorry! I've tried everything I can think of to make it up to you. But nothing is ever going to be good enough, is it? How the fuck can we ever be sisters again when you won't forgive me?"

"I forgave, but I can't forget."

"Bullshit! You haven't forgiven me. This is the first time I've seen you in months and the first thing you want to discuss is how short my fucking hair is and how big of a fuck-up I am."

"Well, what do you want me to say? I hardly recognize you anymore."

"I want you to tell me that you love me, you forgive me, and actually let me back in your fucking life! Obviously! But you can't do that, can you?"

She thought about that for a moment, the sudden silence after us shouting back and forth feeling a bit incongruous. Then she said softly, "You're right. I'm sorry. I love you and I forgive you." Then she hugged me tightly to her.

I was shocked at the sudden turn of events. The anger wanted me to push her away, but the anger came from a place where this was exactly what I wanted. Without thinking for a moment, I hugged her back fiercely. After another moment, I whispered, "I never meant to hurt you."

She whispered back, "I can't say I understand exactly why you did it, but I'm willing to let it go if you promise never to do it again."

I pulled my head back and looked at her, not releasing my arms completely from our embrace. "I did it because I loved you. I still do."

"I know. I love you too. You're my sister."

"No, I mean I love you, Robin. I always have."

"You mean like-?"

"I'm in love with you."

She just looked at me for a moment. "I don't know what to say."

That hurt a little, but I pressed on, asking, "Have you never thought about me like that? Were we just fun sisters to you?"

"Yes. I mean, no. We were fun sisters but, no, that's not all it was."

"I've missed you every day since you left. Have you not thought about me? Missed me?"

"I know Mom told you that John convinced me to call you. So, as you well know, yes, I missed you."

"And?"

She hesitated. Then, with a sigh, she told me, "I dream about you every night."

"You love me too!"

"Yes, I suppose I do, Angela. But I love John too."

"I know," I told her, not daring to look in John's direction.

I felt her tense against me before she murmured, "If you're telling me I have to choose -"

"I'm not," I interjected. I really didn't want to do that; not only because I didn't know if I would win but I did like John. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him again. I told her softly, "I think John is great. Even though I hurt him, he still convinced you to get back together with me."

She turned and peered at him for a moment, saying, "I'm sure he didn't know you'd be saying this to me."

I too looked at him. He had taken a seat in a chair, handsome in his plaid shirt, jeans, and boots. He was watching us intently and listening closely. His gorgeous blue eyes pierced right through me. "I'm not so sure. He's pretty smart. I think he wants to make sure no issues, like me, are left hanging before he marries you."

"John?" Robin asked, looking for John to deny it.

John swallowed, licked his lips, and stared at us for a moment. Then, finally, "Angela's not wrong," he admitted.

"Really?" Robin asked, surprised.

"She loves you. I can't blame her," he conceded with a wry smile. He took a deep breath and said, "The three of us need to be okay with whatever happens. I don't want this hanging out there. I want this resolved, for better or worse. Now. Today."

"But -" she began.

"Robin," I said, rescuing her from saying something stupid. I knew Robin; sometimes she was her own worst enemy. Also, most of the time, she made things more complicated than they really were. "You told Mom that you were going to have an open marriage; same as you told me the day you left."

Taken aback a bit she returned her full attention to me. She nodded and said, "That's the plan. It was the plan all along, if you recall."

The fact that I hadn't actually believed her was left unsaid. I nodded. "So, there's no restrictions? You are free to love me back." I knew that was not how it was, but I wanted to challenge her and make her see it from my perspective.

"The rule is, 'No solo adventures'," Robin told me, her forehead creased with concern, her eyes darting around.

"Ah, so it's not really open, is it?" I challenged.

"Well, we are getting married, and so there has to be some rules, don't there?" she asked, rhetorically.

Not letting it lie there, I said, "Doesn't sound very open to me."

"Besides," she added, "That's rules about sex, not love. The whole point of getting married is to love each other and nobody else."

I was stymied by that. Unable to think of anything better, I asked, "No exceptions?"

"Just family," she told me.

"Well, we're family," I insisted.

She laughed and said, "That's true, but it sounds like you want more."

John interjected, "Umm... Robin?"

"Huh?"

"Jenny."

I looked at them, confused. "Jenny?"

Robin gasped. "That's it!"

I looked at her pretty face, waiting for her to explain.

She got quiet as she worked things out in her head. Then, she looked at me and, very softly, she finally said, "Angela, I didn't understand why you did what you did... but... I think... now I do. I was looking for a man to love and marry, but I never explained to you that, once I found him, I'd never let that come between the two of us."

"No, you didn't," I confirmed.

"I really wouldn't have let it. I promise. Oh god, I understand now, Angela. I'm so sorry. This was all a big misunderstanding."

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"I love John and John loves me. I also love you, Angela, just like John loves Jenny."

"Who's Jenny?" I asked.

She smiled and said, "John's sister."

"This is not the same," I said. I didn't know this Jenny person, but the platonic love of a clean-cut man and his sister was not what I was feeling.

"Actually, it is," Robin said triumphantly.

"What?" I asked, not understanding what she was trying to explain.

"This stays just between us, yes?" Robin asked me intently as she glanced at John and then back to me.

"Of course," I agreed, as we sat on the couch beside each other.

Robin quickly collected her thoughts, and said, "John loves Jenny. They are brother and sister. They love each other a lot more than siblings should. If you've seen the way they look at each other, you'd know that they love each other more like a married couple than siblings. They fuck each other every chance they get. They fucked when they were living at home, and they fuck whenever they see each other. At the same time, they are family, and they know that no matter where they live, whom they marry, or whom they fall in love with, their love is forever. They will always be together. Is that fair to say, John?"

"Yes," he nodded.

Robin continued, "So, they aren't jealous of each other's relationships because they know their love for each other is solid and will never be broken. I have accepted that and embraced it. That is the one exception to our rule. Whenever he wants to fuck Jenny, he is free to do so."

"He fucks his sister?" I asked, finally starting to understand what she was really saying.

Robin laughed. "Keep up, Angela."

I chuckled at the admonition. I hadn't laughed with her in months.

"So, they are in love with each other as much as John and I are in love with each other."

"Okay," I said, letting that sink in.

"And as much as you and I are in love with each other. You and I should be like John and Jenny," she announced.

"I thought we were," I said, confused. "We were sisters that fucked. Same thing."

"Were we? You were jealous of everyone I was dating, including John; thinking you were losing me. Right?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Well?" she asked, looking at me like I was stupid. She said emphatically, "If you really thought of me as your sister, your true loving sister, you would have known that you would never lose my love. You would have known that I would always be here for you."

"But that would have been a lie. You left. You weren't here for me," I told her emphatically, invalidating her point completely.

The smile left her face. "No, I wasn't," she admitted. Then, after a moment, with tears in her eyes she said, "I'm sorry. I guess... maybe in the back of both of our minds... we know we're not really sisters."

"I want us to be," I said, almost involuntarily, leaning toward her. I was finally starting to see what she was trying to describe, and I didn't want it to get away.

"Do you?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I want," I told her forcefully. "We became friends before your mom adopted me, but she did adopt me. I'm not talking about the paperwork, but she raised me like I was her actual daughter. I felt that. I call her all the time. I guess... I always thought of you as my... best friend and not... my sister."

"Me too," Robin nodded, sadly.

"How do we change that?" I asked, truly wanting a relationship with her like she had described between John and his sister, Jenny.

"Well," she began, the smile returning to her face. She took both of my hands in hers and said, "I say, we start new here today. From now on you are my sister. Not my friend; my sister. I promise, Baby Sister, I will always be here for you. I will have your back, like sisters should do, from now until the day I die."

"Really?"

"I promise!"

I smiled at her. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Okay, I can do that. I see what you're saying about us not really treating each other like sisters. I-I'd like that. Just like John and Jenny. That means we'll always be together, right?"

"Exactly. Family!"

"Family... yes. That sounds good. I guess I always felt a little like the outsider."

"I don't want you to feel like an outsider," Robin said with so much compassion and feeling that it brought a tear to my eye. "I see that these past few months would have made you feel that way. That's my fault. I'm glad our mom was there for you."

The fact that she called her "our mom" was not lost on me. It warmed my heart to hear. "She was," I nodded.

"Well, I think, if I were treating you like my sister, like I should have been, we could have sat down and talked everything out."

"Your redhead temper," I pointed out.

She laughed. "I blame my hair for a lot of things. You and John let me get away with that more than you should. I see that pretty clearly right now."

"Wow. I've never heard you talk like this," I told her. She was so mature and self-aware that I barely recognized her.

She smiled and nodded. "I guess I've learned a few things over the past little while. I'm growing up, I suppose. Huh... who knew?"

We all laughed at that.

"So," Robin prompted. "What sisterly thing can we do together that will make you feel included? Just name it."

My hands still in hers, I squeezed them and told her, "I just want to be 'Double Trouble' again. But, this time, as sisters. Oh, and I would be proud to be your Maid of Honor, if you still want that."

"I do," she nodded with a smile, her long flowing orange locks waving about her pretty face.

We leaned toward each other at the same time and gently kissed. Slowly, softly at first, teasing and tender. She tasted so familiar. I was keenly aware of John watching us. I didn't know if he would be upset but I didn't care in that moment. This was my sister and I needed to show her how much I loved her.

Robin's tongue pressed between my lips and into my mouth as I closed my eyes and opened wide to receive her. Sparring passionately back and forth, I felt such love for her, as I had for much of my life. Her hands were at the sides of my face and the back of my neck as we kissed.

When her hands fell down my chest to cup my breasts, we broke the kiss. Our foreheads pressed together, we looked down between us. I felt so close to her again.

Both of us watching intently, Robin's fingers fell down my stomach and tucked up under the hem of my tank top. She gently pulled it up my body and, once it was to my shoulders, my bare breasts exposed, I lifted it up and off my head.

As I tossed my tank top aside, it landing within a foot of where John sat, I felt Robin's hands on me again. She gently caressed my b-cup breasts, softly exploring the little barbells she found piercing each nipple. The piercings were new, and I was thrilled to let her feel them.

We kissed again, tenderly, as her fingers worked on my tits. This time it was my tongue pressing into her mouth. My hand fell to her thigh, her jeans were made of a soft denim, if it even was denim. I let my fingers venture up underneath her sweater dress as we kissed.

We stayed like that for quite a while, just kissing, until I finally tugged at her black sweater dress. She lifted herself off the couch to let me have access to it. Wasting little time, I gently pulled her dress up and off her body. I felt a deep need to see her breasts again; touch them and hear her whisper my name.

As I tossed it aside in John's direction too, I took a brief glance at him. His eyes were glued to us, but his expression was unreadable to me, especially given the brevity of my glimpse. I wasn't trying to taunt him, and I hoped he wasn't mad.

Robin wore a lacy black bra barely containing her firm full alabaster breasts. Her body was pale and lightly freckled with sexy orange dots on her upper chest. My pussy flowered open in my shorts at the sight of her.

I kissed her neck, lapping at it gently with my tongue. I could feel her warm hands on my tits as I slid my own hand down her stomach to the top of her jeans. She was thin and they were loose. With one hand on the side of her face as I nibbled at her neck, I slipped my other hand, flat against her stomach, down into her pants.

I could feel her lacy panties with the tips of my fingers. Slipping them under the weak elastic band, I ventured lower and felt a small tuft of hair. Lower still, my fingers slipped gently against her bare pussy, soft and slick with her juices. I rolled the hard wet bud of her clit softly between my flattened fingers, causing her to moan into my ear.

"Oh god," she sighed, head back, holding onto my shoulders.

Robin pulled her head away from me and kissed me passionately as I continued to tenderly caress her clit inside her wet panties. Her tongue pressed into my mouth and her hands cupped my neck and back as she pushed forward against me. She whispered, "Lay down on the carpet."

I knew what she wanted and, though I didn't want to pull my hand from her panties, I was excited at what was coming next. I sat on the floor, the soft shag gently caressing my bare legs.

Staying with me, Robin pushed me down onto my back, supporting me with her hands and kissing me gently. She was physically stronger and a bit more aggressive than when we had last made love to each other. It had been many months.

I reached my hands up and around her back, expertly unhooking her bra. When she lifted up enough to pull the bra off her, my attention fell to her breasts. They were full and pale, with no freckles but for those across her chest and in her cleavage. The nipples were a pretty shade of light pink, hard and erect with excitement.

"Yes," she hissed as she felt my lips wrap around one of the hard buds, my fingers rolling the other.

I reveled in the scent of her as I pressed my face up against her, my nose buried in her soft tit-flesh as I sucked firmly on her nipple. When I switched to her other nipple, she laced her fingers into my hair and pulled me firmly against her. Oh, how I loved that; I had missed it so much; missed her so much.

"Suck my tits, Baby Sister," she cooed down to me. "Yeah, just like that."

I thrilled at hearing her call me that. My hands fell to her ass, feeling the firm cheeks beneath the thin denim. I was a bit surprised at how her ass was a bit bigger and firmer than it had been when I had last felt it. Though thin, I was taller and still a bit bigger than her, but she had definitely built some additional muscles.

Robin slid down my body a bit, pulling her tit from my mouth but replacing it with her mouth. She kissed me, as if thanking me for stimulating her nipples.

My hands slid up her body to her tits, rolling them as we kissed. Her skin was so soft under my fingers; soft and warm.

Breaking the kiss and rising up onto her knees, nude from the waist up, Robin smiled at me. She reached down and, without unbuttoning or unzipping them, tugged my denim shorts off.

I lifted my legs in front of her so she could slide them, along with my panties, all the way off, leaving me completely naked before her. I absolutely loved it when she took control like that; doubly so, when she was taking my clothes off like that.

Robin tossed my shorts in John's direction, but she didn't look at him; instead, studying my body. "Wow," she breathed. "Look at all of those tattoos."

I suddenly felt very self-conscious. Did she hate them? She had called them "really pretty" earlier. "What do you think?"

"I love them, Honey. Stars, flowers, butterflies, an eagle, and... is that a dragon?" she asked.

I was so happy to hear that. "Yeah. It's a European dragon. I don't really care for the Chinese snake-like ones."

She smiled at me. She could see my concern. She said, "It's your body, Sweetheart. You do what you want with it. Your tattoo artist is very talented. Of course, what I'm mainly interested in is your piercings. Especially this one down here, piercing your clit hood."

Lust swept through me at her words. I bit my lip and boldly dared her, "Pull it up and tell me what you find."

She smiled again, before quickly laying down between my thighs, her face right above my pussy. With her fingers she gently grabbed the ring over my clit and pulled. She whispered to me, "I see your hard clit."

My head swam with pleasure as I felt my best friend, well, my older sister, gently suck my exposed clit between her lips and swirl her tongue around it. Jolts of pleasure ran through me, making me groan. "Suck that clit, Big Sister. I've missed you so much."

She looked into my eyes as she worked on my pussy. She released the ring and delved down between the folds of my pussy with her lips and tongue and then back to my clit. Her pretty face pressing against my crotch, becoming wet all over as she ate me, was the sexiest sight I had ever seen.

"Yeah, just like that. Eat it," I groaned, my passion rising higher and higher. I was keenly aware of her hands on my back, between me and the carpet. I put one of my hands on her arm to let her know I liked how she was holding me and the other on top of her head to let her know I liked how she was eating me.

Robin was amazing, eating my pussy like a pro, driving me closer and closer to my first orgasm.

"Oh god," I groaned, becoming completely lost in pleasure. As my climax approached, my breathing came faster and faster. Both of my hands fell to her head, grabbing fistfuls of her pretty red-orange hair and pulling her hard against me.

Robin glued her face securely to my pussy, lapping hard and sucking firmly on and around my clit, as I came.

I held my breath as the flood of orgasm swelled inside me and exploded. "Fuck yes!" I grunted with passion as I exploded into little pieces all over the room. As I wallowed in the pleasure of my climax, my breathing came hard and fast for a moment.

When my breathing slowed and I released her, Robin lifted her head from between my thighs and smiled at me. Her face was completely wet with my juices. She had never looked sexier.

"I love you," I told her sincerely, nothing in the world mattered in that moment to me than letting her know how I felt. My heart was so full, and I hoped she could see the sincerity in my eyes.

"I love you, too," she replied as she climbed over me and kissed me.

I tasted myself off her tongue, lips, chin, and face as I kissed and licked her passionately. Savoring my flavor off of Robin's face was so sexy to me that I found my desire for her only rising higher.

Robin involuntarily giggled as I tickled her in places around her face that rarely felt a tongue.

I laughed too and let my head fall back to the carpet. "Stand up, Sis," I ordered gently.

She gave me a questioning look but went ahead and rose, straddling my knees.

I sat up, hooked my fingers into the top of her jeans, and pulled her a bit forward so as to give me better access. Sitting on the carpet, her crotch at face level, I unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. I needed her naked.

Robin pushed her tight jeans over her firm round pale ass. She wore no panties.

I smiled up at her as I tugged her pants down, getting them off of one leg as she lifted her foot in cooperation. I didn't bother taking her pants off her other leg, since she was no longer restricted, as I leaned in and slurped her dripping pussy into my mouth.

"Oh, shit," she groaned, abandoning her momentary effort to kick her jeans off the leg it remained on. Her hands fell to the back of my head, her fingers lacing themselves into my blond hair.

I absolutely loved the taste of her as well as the feeling of her hands on my head, pulling me in. Cupping her ass with my palms, I feasted on her sweet pussy. I had missed the taste of her so much that I nearly cried with joy. My tongue and lips worked relentlessly on her.

"Oh my god," she gasped with surprise as her passion quickly rose higher and higher. Her legs weakening, she turned and sat on the couch.

I did not let her escape, chasing her pussy like a cat on a mouse. I was thankful that she had sat on the couch with her pussy on the edge, this not being Robin's first, or fiftieth, time. So, I didn't need to scoot her forward or adjust her position to be able to continue eating her pussy.

"Yes, eat me, Angela. Oh shit, I love feeling my little sister's mouth on my clit. Oh yeah, that's it! Fuck me with your tongue. Holy shit!"

I did not disappoint her, driving my long tongue deep inside her cunt. I loved how she called me her little sister and I knew, in that moment, that we would always be family. I also vowed to myself to never give her a reason to doubt my support ever again.

Robin's hands pulled at my hair as she came, flooding my mouth with her cream and the room with her moans of pleasure.

I lapped at her cumming cunt voraciously, both stimulating her as much as possible to make her orgasm better but also because I just loved the taste of her. It was a flavor I had grown used to over the years. I had missed it so much that I didn't want to waste a single drop.

"Mmm, you are really good at that," she sighed at me as she relaxed in the afterglow of her orgasm. She released my hair and cupped her own tits as she gazed down her body at me.

I lifted myself from between her thighs and smiled at her. "Yeah?"

She nodded and smiled at me. Then I saw her glance to the side, in John's direction. She did not seem concerned, so I surmised that John was likely not too upset at what had just happened.

I slowly turned and looked at John to see for myself. I was a little stunned by what I saw.

John smiled at me as I studied him. He was laying back in the chair, his pants open wide, his hard throbbing nine-inch cock, as well as his full balls, fully out, the pants tight under his balls, and his hand around the thick shaft slowly stroking it up and down.

My pussy creamed at the sight of his big dick. I had forgotten what a nice cock he had. I quickly realized that he was happy with the decision we had made. In that moment I truly understood that John would not interfere with my relationship with Robin and that any threat he had ever been, had been in my head. Tears immediately filled my eyes at that realization.

"Don't stop on my account," he muttered.

I smiled at him as a wave of gratitude washed over me. After everything I had done to that man, there he was, watching me eat out his fiancé and enjoying it. I knew John wasn't a cuckold and was just being patient but, still, for him to do that was amazing. Whether he had reunited Robin and me out of consideration for Robin, me, or himself, it had been a big risk. Robin and I reuniting had not been inevitable; far from it. He could have easily kept us apart and not taken such a risk. In that moment I felt such affection for him and truly, for the first time, regretted what I had done to him. Sure, I had regretted it when I lost Robin, but that had been regret at making a bad choice for myself. Then, later I had regretted what I had done to my sister, Robin. However, it wasn't until that moment that I truly regretted what I had done to John. He hadn't deserved what I did to him, and I felt an overwhelming urge to show him how I felt.

"What are you doing?" Robin asked him before I began crawling toward him.

"Watching," John replied with a smile at Robin.

I quickly crawled between his feet, my knees cushioned by the soft carpet. With my hands on his knees, I looked at him and said, "I'm sorry."

He tilted his head to the side as he looked at me.

"I've never said that to you, have I?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," I told him softly as I reached out and took his hard cock in my hand. As I wrapped my long cool fingers around the thick throbbing shaft and slowly stroked his warm skin up and down, I told him, "It will never happen again. You didn't deserve what I did to you, and I don't deserve what you've done for me. Let me start making it up to you. Let me show you that you did not make a mistake here today. Please."

After a moment, he smiled at me, relief over what I had said written all over his face. I took that as permission. I debated for a moment whether or not to pull his jeans down off his legs, but I didn't want to wait. Gripping the base of his dick, my thumb and fingers barely able to touch each other, I took the head of his nine-inch prick between my lips. The flaring head was slightly thicker than the shaft, but I had a big mouth, though, admittedly, I had not had my mouth stretched like that in quite a while.

As my lips wrapped around the neck of his shaft, he groaned.

Careful not to let my teeth touch his tender flesh, I took half of his big dick into my mouth. He was warm and salty against my tongue, as I sucked firmly at him. The head of his dick brushing the back of my throat was all I could take. I had never been able to deep throat a cock without gagging, so, when needed, I made up for it with my hands. Thus, using my fist as an extension of my mouth, I began sucking and stroking his cock; slowly at first and then faster once it all became slick with my saliva.

"Oh yeah... fuck... that's it," he cooed above me, urging me on.

I fucked his cock with my mouth and hand, my free hand reaching up to caress his chest beneath his plaid shirt, his muscles firm beneath. His warm dick filling my mouth over and over again made my pussy cream in anticipation; I wanted him inside of me. However, my main concern was giving him as much pleasure as possible, I reminded myself, as I dragged my lips up and down his shaft and began to swirl my tongue around the flaring head on each stroke.

"Damn, that feels good," he gasped.

I knew I had no more talent than when I had last tasted his cock, but I was feeling more generous in that moment than I had ever felt toward John. I slowed down a bit, savoring the taste of him as well as making sure my lips stroked his dick completely and my fingers slid gently along his slick base. I slurped loudly at his dick, my cheeks hollowing from the suction. He tasted salty and meaty.

"Yes," he hissed gently.

Feeling Robin's hands clasping my ankles and spreading my feet apart, I knew her time of watching was over. Without taking John's meaty sausage from between my hungry lips, I spread my knees apart on the soft carpet.

As I continued to stroke her fiancé's throbbing member with my lips, driving my mouth down his shaft over and over again, I felt Robin lay on her back between my thighs and, with her hands on my ass, she pulled me down until my pussy rested against her waiting lips.

My head swam with pleasure as my sister ate me. Her lips caressed my pussy as her tongue gently sliced up into my slit and lapped at my clit. I spread my thighs wider to get lower as I thrilled to the feel of her hands on my ass, so controlling and possessive. Robin was always the one to take charge.

Her face quickly covered with my juices, Robin ate my pussy, licking and sucking at my tender flesh like a woman possessed.

As my orgasm quickly approached, I sucked hard at John's dick. His cock grew slightly harder and thicker in my mouth as I took him deeper and faster, oblivious to the effect I was having on him. My climax on the edge, I ground myself down against Robin's face, her tongue and lips frantic on my pussy.

"Angela," John groaned, but I barely heard him as my orgasm washed over me.

Lost in the ecstasy of my orgasm, with John's big manly cock deep in my face, it exploded. A load of hot jism blasted into the back of my mouth, coating my throat in warmth. The nastiness of Robin's fiancée cumming in my mouth as she ate my pussy was not lost on me, intensifying my orgasm as I struggled through the pleasure to swallow his load and not drown.

John groaned in pleasure as a river of cum flowed from his cock into my mouth in hot jet after hot jet.

As I swallowed his seed and my orgasm began to subside, I rolled my eyes up and looked at him. He was smiling faintly down at me through a haze of lust, and I knew the night was just getting started. I also knew, or better yet, felt, deep down, that I had finally been forgiven.​