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The morning after the party, I woke up, forgetting for a moment where I was. I looked around for a bit and felt the duvet cover everything except my butt. And that was when I was reminded that the door was open. God, I hoped we weren’t being too loud. I mean, we had guests. When I got going I just couldn’t help it… 

Who am I kidding, I totally hoped they heard us. Still, being sobered up both from alcohol and depravity, I knew it was just rude as a host to force people to hear me moan throughout the night.

Looking at my right I saw Josh sleeping soundly, but no Amanda. I saw her clothes though, making me wonder if she paraded around the house all naked. I wouldn’t mind, as we were all adults, but ya know, it’s daytime now. We wear clothes, or else what is separating us from the animals, eh?

With a grunt and humph, I shoved myself out of the bed and made my way downstairs. Quickly looking into our own bedroom, I saw that Rowan had also woken up, as she was nowhere to be seen. 

Downstairs, I was met with the oddest sight. By the kitchen island, Rowan sat in her baggy skirt and gray wool sweater from yesterday dicking around on her phone, and by the stove stood Amanda. But she didn’t just stand there, stirring bacon or whatever, from where I stood I could tell she only wore a black thong and an apron. And nothing else.

“Good mornin’,” she said in an awfully cheerful way as she looked over at me.

“Moring’,” I said, also giving the wiccan a nod.

“I’m fucking trashed,” Rowan complained, throwing her phone away, rubbing her head.

“I’m surprised you drank at all,” I said, knowing nothing about people who delved into all that witch stuff.

“I’m a witch, not a hippie. I can have fun,” Rowan replied, as I took a seat next to her.

“Hippies can have fun,” Linda said, emerging from the stairs. “Jen had a small hippie phase and, yeah, she had fun alright.”

“Fair enough,” Rowan said, probably not in shape for debate.

“Slept well? I’m sorry if we were noisy,” I asked Linda, blushing a bit. Her and Luna’s room was right next to ours. To Amanda’s, I mean.

Linda just shrugged, rubbing her eyes. “Is there coffee?” she asked. Quickly, I went over to the fancy coffee machine we had got and started preparing a latte for our guests. Rowan already had one, and Amanda didn’t drink coffee. But before I could give Linda her mug, she got a phone call and disappeared out onto our pool deck instead.

In the meantime, my eyes drifted towards Amanda’s ass right there on display. She really was comfortable with herself, with her plump but fit cheeks on display for everyone to see. I couldn’t parade around like that, not with so many people around at least. But her ass was pretty much the definition of perfection. Just girthy enough, perky, and in shape, framed by the black cloth of her underwear. Maybe I’m the bi one? Must be cold though, walking around like that this time of year.

“Good morning, folks!” Josh said cheerfully, never really ever being a grumpy guy in the morning. If he was hung over, he did not give a sign of it.

The others muttered their good mornings, as Josh rounded the corner before stopping dead in his tracks as he saw Amanda. I had to stifle a chuckle. I knew he had never walked into the kitchen and got a view like that before. Amanda shot us both a knowing smirk, more or less saying ‘oh yeah, soak that ass in, right in front of your own wife’. Or perhaps it was wishful thinking on my end.

“You like my ass that much? It’s honestly nothing you haven’t seen before,” Amanda said, as Josh shook his head to regain his composure. Rowan let out a snort.

“Oh no, it’s not that,” Josh said, meeting Amanda’s blue eyes. “I’m surprised to see you cook.”

“Pff. I’m just showing you my wifey potential,” Amanda teased, looking over at me challengingly, creating a small ember in my chest. I knew she was teasing, but the implication, and in front of someone we barely knew even, that she would nab Josh and wife up for him was strangely arousing to me. Was this how Josh felt when I was with Toby?

“Making coffee?” Josh asked me. I still had Linda’s undelivered mug sitting in the machine. I looked out into the pool area, as it was about to rain by the seams of it. She looked kinda distressed there she stood, no longer on the phone. Josh looked out as well. “I’ll make my own, don’t worry about it,” Josh said.

I took the mug from the machine and went over to the pool door. I really wished I had a jacket nearby, but oh well. Sliding the door open, I went out to bring her her latte, and to see if everything was okay. All teasing from yesterday to this morning aside, the phone call seemed to have brought our new friend down. Even if I wore little more than pajama pants and a t-shirt.

“You okay?” I asked, shivering slightly as I brought the mug over to her by the deck. I wanted Josh to tear the thing down, but for now, the roof was much needed. If only we had that hot tub or something, but the tub was way over by the other side of the pool, near the poolhouse in our little nook over there.

“Yeah… I just learned my roommate decided that she’s moving out. Our landlord increased the rent, so now she made the final decision, essentially leaving me with the whole rent. Which I can’t afford, so I might have to find a new place too,” Linda explained, accepting the mug of steaming warm latte, leaning on the rail. “And with the winter coming, the bills…”

“Oh,” I said. 

Josh and I had grown up pretty poor compared to now, so we knew all too well how it was like living in conditions where you had to make tough decisions. It was mostly bestowed upon our parents, but we both saw it. My poor mom once had to pawn a necklace she had got from gran when Dad went to jail. She was out of it for days from the guilt and the sorrow it brought her. Josh got his money shortly after and got it back though.

“You could always stay here?” I asked. And no, it wasn’t due to how Josh and I had a ‘tenant-fantasy’ or whatever. The girl had it rough already, and now it was about to get a whole lot rougher. If we could help out then we would. “Josh won’t mind at all.”

“I… ugh, I’ll think about it,” Linda said. “I don’t know if I can afford that either, to be honest. I live in a pretty shitty place already.”

“Come, let’s head inside,” I suggested. Josh always had good solutions.

“Erh… I’d rather not,” Linda said.

“Why is that?” I asked, a bit surprised.

“Erh… Amanda kinda gossips… and she used to be my high school bully along with Zach, so my life situation isn’t something I want to share with either of them,” Linda explained, not looking at me. She knew Amanda was a friend of mine, so it was commendable that she was able to speak against her still.

“That’s fine,” I said. “It’s your life, after all.” I turned to the window and saw Josh glance toward us with a worried look. He probably saw Linda being upset. I waved him out, and he stood up and hurried out immediately. He also banged his knee on the island on his way up, getting a small laugh from Amanda.

“What’s up?” he asked, coming up the stairs.

Linda then explained her situation to Josh as well, this time with way more blushing, not even meeting his eyes. She was always so confident and charismatic, so it was a bit odd. Though, like she said last night, after a drink or two, perhaps she warmed up better.

“That’s messed up,” Josh said. “Why don’t you stay here?” he asked without a second thought.

“Like I said to Kimberly,” Linda began.

“Call me Kim,” I interrupted.

“Like I said to Kim, I’m not sure I can afford that either. My place now is relatively cheap already, if you share it with someone else, that is.”

“Pff,” Josh said. “Stay for free then, I don’t care.”

“What?” Linda asked, a bit shocked. “I can’t do that. You guys should get something for renting out? I mean, that is why you had that other guy here, right?”

“Yeah, but we have landed some sweet deals since then, so whatever,” Josh said. I could just kiss the man right now, but I’d save it for later.

“But… I also have a huge dog,” Linda said. Was she trying to talk us out of it?

Josh waved his hand toward our gigantic property of thirty-something acres. “No problem,” he said without a care in the world. “What kind?”

I couldn’t quite describe the expression on Linda’s face. I said I could’ve just kissed the man right now, but I was getting a small suspicion she’d jump on him too right about now. We all knew we threw her a lifeline, but it was not something we’d ever hold over her head. If anything, it would be nice to have some more people in this giant house. But I knew the way Josh swung his mojo around that it was not only the gesture but how nonchalant he could be about it. It just came naturally from him. That was one of the many reasons I loved that man.

“A mastiff. English mastiff,” Linda replied in a low voice, as if her burdens were burdening us. Knowing Josh I knew he was just happy to help. Me too of course.

“Awesome. Remind me again, what is it that you do for a living?” Josh asked, leaning against the rail next to Linda, looking at her.

“I got a semester in physiotherapy, but I worked as a graphic designer,” Linda said, looking up at him, eager to give the right answers to facilitate the living situation.

“Worked?” I asked.

“Yeah, there were some cutbacks…” Linda muttered.

“Oh you’re definitely not paying any rent then,” Josh chuckled, ruffling Linda’s already sleep-ravaged hair. “Don’t worry about it. The room is just sitting there anyway, refurbished and everything.”

“Can I think about it?” Linda said.

“Of course,” I said, along with a nodding Josh.

*

We figured we’d give Linda some space to think our offer through, though she had to make a choice for her own sake by the first of November, else she’d be literally homeless, and we can’t have that. While it might be a bit awkward having a new tenant in our annex, filling the house out a little, I also liked us being able to move on with our lives. Everything before was a distant memory, even if it wasn’t even half a year ago.

Kim sat in her room and gamed like a maniac again. If the door was open you could faintly hear her curse way up in our office on the top floor. So when I had meetings, I took them to the TV room to not disturb her. And not disturb the people I was meeting up with, I guess. Besides, having our TV room as a scenery offered way more of a decent background scenery rather than an LED-ridden office. It was almost like you were in a different house.

We were sort of trying to arrange a small Instagram-based cosplay contest as an interesting way to get new models for Entrendy. It would surely create a small buzz, and perhaps we’d get some extra attention from that. If nothing else, we’d get new models for our Spring collection, and a bunch of cosplayers who’d vouch for us. We had got a hold of some sort of promoter to help us navigate this and to do the judging and all that, so all that we had to do was rake in. Of course, doing everything ourselves would give a bigger net profit, but whatever. Starving promoters need work too.

“Whaddup, G?” Kim said, making her way toward the fridge as I was pouring myself a cappuccino.

“Just talked with Brian. He’d arrange the logistics. When it comes to the judging, he advised we use a more public approach, to promote the person as an ‘influencer’ and thus garner us both traction. Makes sense to me. A loyal model with a following was his thinking, I guess?”

“You just wanna fuck models,” Kim teased.

“I already have,” I joked, referring to my beautiful wife. Kim snorted. I had fucked Amanda too, who literally could be a model, so perhaps too close to the truth.

“Talking of fucking models, I talked to Amanda,” Kim said. Amanda hadn’t been around for a few days, not since the party. We knew Linda had beef with her. It wasn’t like we would ghost Amanda, but if Linda were to move in, at least we’d create some space so she could settle in.

“Yeah?” I asked, wondering where this was going.

“Yeah. I think oral is fine,” Kim said, jumping a lot of steps on me.

“What now?” I asked, confused.

“Shit. I meant if you and Amanda find yourself in a situation where you feel extra horny or whatever, and I’m not there to give a thumbs up, then I think I can sorta give a perpetual green light for oral,” Kim sex. When I still looked a bit unsure, she added, “Oral sex.”

“Yeah, I got that,” I said. “I’m just confused. Is that warranted? I mean, sure it’s nice to know where the boundaries are and stuff, but yeah. What’s this?”

“What, you don’t want free use of a sexy bimbo’s mouth?” Kim teased.

“Well… when you put it like that,” I replied teasingly. 

“What?” Kim asked.

“It’s just a bit weird my own wife facilitating me a side piece,” I said, honestly in shock and awe at the same time.

“You’re lucky you’re married to such a deviant, then,” Kim chuckled. “But with sex, that I wanna join in on, so please… yeah, just use her mouth. And her yours.”

“That’s nuts,” I replied. Kim eagerly nodded her agreement. “Does that mean you’re getting a green card on oral too?”

I saw Kim wince a bit, as it still pained her how her extra-marital fun had gone.

“No. I’m good,” she said, but quickly regained her smile. “Josh. I like to be devious. There are plenty of ways to be devious, not just that. If there is a situation where you think it might maybe kinda sorta be okay, we’ll take it from there, but till then I’m in extra-marital celibacy.”

“Unless it is with girls,” I jokingly teased. Kim rolled her eyes. “But good to know, I guess.”

We sat silent for a moment, as, for my own sake, I sat reminiscing how far we had come. Kim was still that gamer girl I knew growing up, my friend and wife that I loved, but with an extra layer of moral turpitude. I was just glad her mind wasn’t stubborn towards that one fantasy of hotwifing with a nefarious tenant.

“So… Now that we’re back from the gutter. Do you know if Linda has a car? Or where she lives?” I asked.

“No, and yes. Wait. I meant yes and no. She doesn’t have a car, and I don’t know where she lives,” Kim replied. “You think we should reach out? It has been a few days.” Kim checked her phone, as neither of us was very caught up in pesky things on weekdays, being our own bosses. “It’s not November yet, but it’s closing in.”

Another thing that also was closing in on us, was Kim’s birthday in a month or so, the first week of December. I had already bought her a gift, but like she had granted me a sexual high on my birthday I kinda wanted to give her something back. I knew I wasn’t ready for any hotwifing again, if ever, but if there was something else, I’d try my best. Kim had a desire and a need for naughty kinky sex, and as her husband I wanted to make her happy in all kinds of ways. Though that being said, I wasn’t sure how to bring it up, or if it was a great idea. The debauchery was fun, but more a Kim thing… which I guess is more an argument to get something going, actually.

“We could ask,” Kim said. “I have her on Discord.”

“That would be great. But don’t put her on the spot, right?” I said, not wanting to force Linda’s hand. 

I knew accepting charity wasn’t really her thing. I had sorta tried to think of ways to make her an employee at Entrendy if she wanted so that she could pay rent. We didn’t need the extra income from a tenant anymore, but if it made her feel the deal was more acceptable, and thus kept her from ending up homeless, then I’d be happy to facilitate that.

“Don’t be so modest,” Kim chuckled, unlocking her phone again. “I’ll be honest, I can’t wait.”

“Why is that?” I asked. I mean, of course, we both liked Linda, but it was still an odd thing to say.

“I mean… ugh, just she’s pretty cool. I only have Luna, but now we can get ourselves a little girl power crew going,” Kim cheered.

“Knitting and talking about shitty Stephen King novels? Or girl nights with some trashy rom-com movies?” I teased.

“That’s sexist,” Kim chided, writing away on her phone. I barely used my anymore, outside of for calls related to Entrendy stuff of course. “You think Luna could model for Entrendy?”

“Luna? I don’t see why not, but I kinda don’t wanna take suggestive pictures of my sister,” I said. All our shoots were SFW, but we also asked the photographers to make it very appetizing.

“I mean, she is basically a walking talking cosplay of so many characters anyway,” Kim said. “And, she’s really pretty. Pretty and a gamer through and through, so I think it would work great.”

“Sounds like you’re having a crush,” I joked. Kim had always been sort of infatuated with Luna. I mean, it made sense. Other than being my sister, she was very good-looking, and athletic, but also her style made her scream nerd which appealed to Kim a lot. Perfect for a clothing company appealing to gaming culture, honestly. Maybe Kim was right.

“Careful so I don’t stumble into the wrong bed tonight,” Kim joked. “She lives in a small flat a block or two off Main Street. Linda, I mean. Luna lives here,” Kim said, zooming on the map on her phone. She looked up. “You think we should get another car?”

“How so?” I asked.

“I mean… if she needs a ride or something. She could borrow it and stuff, without having to occupy the only one that doesn’t have a high price tag,” Kim said.

I guess it sorta made sense to have two regular cars in an incoming four-person household. I gave it a shrug. If need be, we’d get another. It wasn't that we were giving Linda a car, that would be too much, we’d just get one for reserve for emergencies. I remembered a time I had to drive a certain asshole to school because he didn’t have a license and we didn’t have a car we’d risk him wrecking. Not that I knew if Linda had her driver's license, but at least a Civic or whatever wouldn’t be so expensive to trash compared to a fucking Lambo.

“We can get a pink convertible for your little girl power club,” I joked. Kim smirked, shoving at me.

I shrugged, setting my cup in the sink, then checking the dishwasher if it was all clean before putting my cup in there. Kim was pretty particular about that, but Luna wasn’t, so you needed to tread with care.

“She hasn’t decided yet. She’s more focused on getting a job,” Kim said, reading her messages to Linda. “Makes sense.”

“Kim. Your birthday,” I started, wanting to bring up that I wanted to grant her a sexual ‘adventure’. Kim looked at me expectantly. No this wasn’t the time. “Erh. You know that cabin we talked about? Wouldn’t it be kinda cool to go up there to disconnect for a bit? I know you threw a huge party for me, but what do you say?”

A bit different from granting a sexual fantasy, but we had been considering taking a trip away from civilization, to this small cabin up in the mountains. It was snowy as fuck up there by now, but I thought of sitting in front of the fire with Kim, huddling together and keeping each other warm. 

Of course, the place had electricity and a huge fire stove, but that was the sort of imagery one imagines when thinking of a cabin way up in the mountains. And like I said, disconnecting and taking a few day's break from the modern world would probably do us good.

“I was actually gonna suggest the same. I kinda like those parties when it’s just a few left anyway, so why not just make a trip out of it? Those parties don’t really hit the same in the winter as well. And God knows we need a break,” Kim said. “Or did you mean just us?”

“I did imagine bringing a few friends, yeah. Perhaps Luna too. There are too few board games for just the two of us if we’re gonna avoid technology and keep it primal anyway.”

“True that. I’m kicking your ass in chess all day anyway.”

So no indulging-in-fantasy-talk for now. I was still not sure how to even broach the subject.

It wasn’t until later that night that I sorta tried bringing it up again. I had taken Kim on a small dinner date upstate, and when we got back, as I kicked off my Doc Martens and my suit pants, I tried to gauge the subject again. I just had to make it clear that I didn’t want her to fuck another guy. It would just be too much. One deep-seated part of me even feared who she’d even choose. She wouldn’t but it was still an irrational fear I had.

I mean, Kim had shown a predilection toward other kinds of deviousness too, she said as much. Maybe toys? Amanda again, if she was down? Anal? Though that would be more for me, I think.

“Erh, Kim,” I started. Kim was over on her side, taking her water-drop earrings out. She looked over at me but focused on not ripping her ear to pieces. 

Getting the last earring out, and back into her jewelry box, a smile curled across her lips as she moved a hand to her shoulder and pushed the strap off. She had worn that green dress with a side slit reaching up her thigh, looking like a healthy meal all night. Perhaps her letting it fall to the floor, revealing her black garter belt and her black laced panties and bras, helped spur me on.

“Woah,” I said, tracing her beautiful body. She was perhaps the dirty minded of us, but believe it or not, Kim used to be so shy and a bit insecure. She had come a long way from that.

“What’s up?” she asked as if she hadn’t just revealed a national treasure to me.

“Never mind,” I said, throwing my blazer away, grabbing Kim, and sending her squealing onto the bed.

“Come on, Josh, tell me. What was it that you wanted to say?” Kim asked as if knowing it was something devious that I was about to bring up. She knew me too well. And her rubbing my crotch with intent had a desired effect too.

“Your birthday,” I began, much like before. “You know how you sorta orchestrated a whole bunch of stuff to happen and then a threesome? Giving me some sort of sexual birthday present?”

“Yeah?” Kim asked, fishing her hand down into my boxers as I laid on top of her, pulling it out while playing with it with her soft hands.

“So… I kinda wanted to do something similar for you. Grant some sexual fantasy.”

“Yeah?” Kim asked again, but this time ending it by biting her lip. “You want your little wife to behave like a slut again?”

I internally winced.

“No,” I said. “Not like… erh, before,” I said, though I felt myself throb at the idea. If my brain said no, my body still said yes. But no. “But if you have other wishes, I’ll think about it.”

“How generous, you gonna think about it?” Kim teased. “Dude, that is why I love you so much. Trying to appease your perverted wife, even after everything. Not trying. You’re succeeding, Josh,” she said, guiding me towards her slit. She closed her eyes as she teased herself with my tip. And teased me, but that was a given.

“Yeah,” I grunted, remembering back to when Kim and Amanda fingered me, as a sexual high for me. 

It had been sort of humiliating and awkward at first, but eventually, I loved it. It had invoked several odd scenarios in my head where Kim would do almost forcibly, treating me like some wanton… erh… slut. Some part of me wanted to feel what it was like to be dominated too, I guess. If Kim had something adjacent to that perhaps, I was more than happy to indulge. It would even appease some of my own dormant desires, I think.

“You know I yearn for something depraved,” Kim whispered, closing her eyes. Taking the initiative, I grabbed my cock and shoved it into her, having enough teasing. “UGH!” she grunted.

“Fuck you’re tight,” I grunted, as I felt Kim squeeze me. Kim grabbed onto my back with intensity as I started to work myself in and out of her. Then one hand lifted up and came crashing down to my ass, causing me to jolt into her, shoving a gasp out of us both.

We spent the next few minutes building a good rhythm until I felt her pull me into a hungry kiss, all the while groping me all over. She then pushed me back up a bit, so she could tell her desire while looking at me.

“Ugh, I know it’s weird,” Kim started, looking up at me. She had something on her mind.

“What?” I grunted.

“I kinda want to see you with Luna,” Kim whispered. I stopped and looked down at her, feeling her hand giving each of my cheeks a slight squeeze each.

“That’s fucked,” I said, pausing for a second

“I know! Exactly!” Kim agreed. “You’re just so perfect. Seeing you with Amanda made me realize I just love it when perfection collides together in a sexual tryst.”

“Fancy language there,” I teased. Kim then suddenly jerked sideways, shoving me onto my back before jumping on top.

“And it being you two?” Kim said, grinding slowly, but hard on my cock, ignoring my quip. “Just extra fucked. Extra perfect, ugh.”

“You’ve -ugh- hung out with Amanda too much,” I said, moving my hands to maul her tits, shoving thoughts of the blonde rather than my sister into my mind.

Kim leaned forward, landing her hands to cradle the nape of my neck, letting her fingers travel up to fold around my windpipe. She moved her lips to my jawline and drew a wet line with her tongue up to my ear. 

“In fact, I kinda want her to dominate you. Your little sister, dominating you hard,” Kim groaned, giving my throat a slight squeeze. That sent an odd sensation to my crotch, making my cock give a few extra strong pulses. The domination part, not the yucky part.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I kinda want you to get dominated in front of me, my own husband, but for it to be your own sister just hits that spicy icing on the cake,” Kim groaned, grinding harder, leaning back with her palms against the mattress, letting her tits strut out. “Like how Amanda just took you without even asking.”

Soon one of her hands snaked up under my balls. I knew then what she meant by me being dominated and taken. Especially as I felt a finger open up my sphincter and abruptly shove into me, pulsing back and forth in rhythm to her grinding my now flinching cock. Being inside her as she shoved her finger into my prostate sent a new wave of erotic pleasure through me.

My own wife was teasing me about sleeping with my own sister, and just so we could appease her wild sexual fantasies. Not only that, it seemed like Kim wanted Luna to do my ass…

“Imagine it's Luna taking you up here,” Kim whispered. I could feel her clamp down on me, as it certainly aroused her, even still pumping me with that still odd sensation of getting my ass shoved full with her finger. It felt like sparks were shooting through me. “Shoving you on your back under her, fucking your mouth, fingering your ass… fucking your ass.”

“Wh-what?” I asked, shocked and kinda turned on by the obscenity.

“Like I said, it was so hot when Amanda took your ass before I did… and without even asking… I've kinda been warming up to try stuff like that, then she just did it. What if it was Luna? First, she pins you down, then blasts your ass with those long strong fingers of hers. You know how strong her grip is, right?” Kim groaned, curling her finger inside me for emphasis.

I did. But what caught my attention was her admitting to ‘warming up to try stuff like that’. What did she mean? Like mental prep for me having her ass? Had she tried fingering herself? Or did she mean it for me?

“Perhaps we could even try pegging, so why not let Luna steal that one from me too? Oh shit. Right fucking there!” Kim moaned, leaning back in as I grabbed onto her, pushing her up and down like a damn sex doll. She tightened around me, spurring my orgasm as I came hard in her, bucking and panting up into her cervix. I hadn't even noticed her finger disengaged from my ass.

When we caught our breath, Kim rolled off of me, chuckling a bit. “Sorry… that was really hot, I wasn't actually going to have us make it a reality.”

“Good,” I managed, rolling onto my back.

“Would it be okay if I did something with Luna, though?” Kim asked, looking at me to gauge my reaction. She knew how messed up things had become when she slept with someone else. But she was talking about Luna. Not our tenant, not Alex, or any other douchebag, but Luna.

“I'm surprised you haven't already. Like in high school when you guys hung out in nothing but your jammies and/or panties, and tight My Little Pony t-shirts?” I said honestly. And no, I didn’t think I’d mind. I think that would be much more preferable to me doing something with Luna, if Luna was the center of Kim’s birthday sexual wish. We’d certainly have to bring Luna with us to the cabin now, though.

I also kinda thought it would be a safer way to appease Kim’s taboo desire to ‘cheat’. Luna I knew I could trust with my life as well as my wife.

“Is that a green light?” Kim asked, biting her lips as she started to eagerly jerk my wet cock back to life. What a deviant she had turned into.

“I guess so,” I muttered, surprising myself with this. I wondered what Luna would say to any of this.

“You sure? You can't take it back if you say yes,” Kim teased, moving her other hand below my nuts and sticking a finger up my ass again, curling it just the right way.

“Ah!” I gasped.

“You really like it up there, don’t ya. Come on. Say yes. Let me.”

“Yes.”

“Say ‘yes Kim, you can fuck Luna,’” Kim said, grinning evilly as she pushed her finger in extra hard, finding that sweet spot over and over, rubbing it just enough to cause a reaction, but not quite in a way that would get me off.

“Yes, Kim you can fuck Luna,” I groaned, hardly believing the words coming out of my mouth. “Ugh, call it an early, ugh, birthday present.”

“Say you want me to cuck you with your own sister,” Kim hissed. “You’ll let me do it before my birthday then?”

“Jesus, just do it already,” I groaned, eager to release some of the pressure Kim built. Unable to clench probably while her finger throbbed inside of me created the most odd and exhilarating experience.

“Is there anything you wouldn't give me for your birthday, you perfect loving husband you,” Kim purred, kissing me hard, forcing her tongue into my mouth. “Your wish is my command. One of these days you will come home to a freshly fucked wife. You like that sort of thing, don't you? Getting cucked?” Kim teased, emphasizing the c and the ck.

"Oh god," I groaned, as I felt that familiar sting shoot through me.

“And until then, you will look at me and wonder 'Has she done it yet?' Because you know what?”

“Wh-what?”

“I'm not telling unless you're asking. Asking me whether I fucked your sister or not.”

Oh fuck.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as another orgasm ripped through me, jerking, my head arching back. “OH FUCK!”

*

For the next following days, I could barely even look at Luna. She was of course totally unaware of her central role in Kim's most recent depraved quest, but it was enough that I knew. I was one hundred percent sure Luna would bite too. I just hoped they wouldn’t try to force me into joining or something. Actually, Luna was the clear dominant one, and Kim had proved quite submissive, so I doubted there would be enough push for me to join in. Thank fuck.

After I had busted from getting teased about my own little sister banging my own wife, she had asked several times if her language was too far, if the verbiage was too much. I assured her that it wasn’t, as it honestly just served the prospect of it happening up my alley. I knew my deepest and most darkest fantasy was just that, to get cucked. And how I loathed that term… yet it seemed to always drag me back in somehow. 

“So, you really going through with it?” I had asked in our moment of post nut clarity.

“I said there was no way back… so I guess so,” Kim said. I could tell she was getting second thoughts as she knew how I could react, but she didn’t pull the promise back either. She wanted to cuck me, wanted to fuck my own sister, and she was getting excited as it seemed to be becoming a reality.

But as far as I could tell, nothing happened for a while. If at all. Perhaps it already did and they just didn't show any signs. Knowing Kim, though, I knew she would love to shove it in my face... I guess I wanted that too, but then I had to ask that awkward question. And knowing how I'd react, I'd want details, thus details about Luna's sex life and prowess, something I could live perfectly without. Maybe Kim actually waited for her actual birthday?

“Hey there!” I cheerfully said one morning, as I finally ran into our tenant-prospect at the gym.

“Hey. I’ve been meaning to catch up with you, but I’ve been busy with trying to get either a new roommate or a new job,” Linda said, sighing.

“Well, the offer stands indefinitely,” I replied.

“Yeah… I might have to take you up on it, actually… The first is right around the corner and I got only red numbers in my bank account. But it would only be temporary, and I demand that I make myself useful while I’m at your place.”

“Heh, no problem, Linda,” I said, slapping her back a bit too hard. “Oh shit, sorry.”

“No worries, I’m used to a bit of pain,” Linda said a bit solemnly. Wait, what did she mean by that? She then shot me a dirty smirk. “I kinda like it, actually.”

“Okay,” I said, “Time to calm down.”

“Do you like pain?” Linda teased. I just shrugged not wanting to push any teasing that would cause a massive bulge right here in the gym. For both of us, really. “I’m joking. If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

“No no,” I said. “Erh, I actually don’t mind it.”

“Don’t let Kim hear you say that. Especially to another girl,” Linda said. She was of course not fully aware of the extent of Kim’s depraved mind.

“Heh, that would be a scene,” I chuckled. “Anyway, need a spot? I’ve been stalling your benching for a while now.”

As we both did chest and triceps today, we figured why not just join forces? So the rest of the workout I discovered Linda and I had way more in common than I thought. Both of us liked keeping fit, we liked activity. I was kinda nerdy at the core, and she was kinda nerdy too. At least she liked some of the same things I liked. Like sci-fi, zombies, post-apocalyptic stuff, and whatnot.

She even wrestled in high school and did kickboxing. I teased her about being able to kick my ass, but she just laughed that off. And I have to say, her face when she laughed was not bad. Her dimples and her eyes lit up as she had to stifle herself from stubborn imaginations of little her beating the shit out of big me. I had to chuckle a bit myself, as Linda’s laughter was highly contagious.

“I usually hit the sauna after,” Linda said as we were done stretching(yes, that offered a lot of nice viewage). “But I can skip it if you wanna hang out a bit after?”

“Pff, nonsense,” I said looking over my shoulder. “Just join ours.”

“Yours? You want me to go into the sauna with you?” Linda asked in slight disbelief.

“Trust me, that’s more popular than if I joined the women’s side,” I said.

Linda trailed my chest under my t-shirt. “I don’t know about that,” she muttered, more to herself than me. See? She even knew to appreciate a decent physique, even if it was as friends. Friends where I had kissed her literal ass and made out with her, but that was just party games while we were drunk. But if we were gonna live under the same roof, I wanted us to get along like that, and so far we did.

“Come on,” I insisted. This time of day there was barely anyone here anyway. Linda’s onyx-gray eyes went wide regardless, still not sure about breaking the gym policies. I’d probably be able to make it slide anyway if we got caught, the owner was a buddy of mine from college, who also had boxed in the Olympic trials like me.

“So what was it that you said about that zombie book?” I asked, wanting to hear more. That was the reason why I wanted her in the sauna. We were in the middle of a conversation when we realized both our gym sessions were over.

“Oh, right,” Linda said, meekly following me toward the locker rooms where the sauna was. “I’ll… I have to get a towel.”

“Of course,” I urged.

I stood there rocking on my heels, as Linda hurried into the girls' locker room, soon after emerging with a giant, heavy-looking towel. Made sense, she had stuff to cover, and sharing a changing room and sauna with a bunch of women probably could cause a scene.

“Come on,” I said, shoving the door open and peeking inside. “Coast is clear.”

Linda hurried inside before anyone saw. A quick glance at most of the lockers I saw few locks, and I had seen almost no one, so that meant that there surely would be few barging through, if any. Then I realized a predicament. Linda too. She had to get undressed from her workout clothes here in the men’s locker room still.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

“Right. I’ll keep an eye out. Just use my locker for your stuff.”

“What about after?” Linda asked, seemingly determined to go through with our little adventure.

“Erh. I’ll sneak you back out,” I said. “Or put your clothes back on? You’ll need a shower anyway.”

“That can work. Now turn around,” Linda urged, waving her hands for me to move.

“So that zombie book,” I said, facing the other direction. “By the way, could you give me my towel, please? I’ll just stick my arm behind me like this.”

“It’s a series, actually,” Linda said behind me, her voice a bit labored for a moment then I felt her hand graze me as she dumped the big cloth into my hand. “What’s fun is that the people in the series are actually aware of the zombies, unlike other mediums. And there’s this thing where people name their kids after George Romero characters.”

“That’s fun,” I said, kicking off my shorts and t-shirt, and wrapping my towel around me.

“Though the incest kinda came outta nowhere, I think.”

“What?” I said. My mind went straight to Luna. Damn it, Kim. Damn it, Amanda! Time to change the subject. “So you gonna run that charity marathon thingy? Me and Luna are considering it, to do the good work and, obviously, to represent Entrendy.”

“I’m ready. Let’s go,” Linda urged, suddenly behind me. I was suddenly very aware of her state of undress. Just a towel separated my own nudeness from her naked body and… I internally gulped. “And no. Haven’t even heard of it. Sure it’s a good PR stunt if it’s relatively unknown? I’m from around here, and I haven’t even heard a word about it.” 

I liked that she challenged me, though. It gave me an interesting feeling. Also, it gave me a signal of her warming up to me, even if we were stone sober. Though our conversations had flowed pretty well so far anyway.

“Meh, it’s for the kids anyway,” I said, turning to cross the aisle to open the sauna door.

I then felt Linda tug at me, lightly so as not to make my towel drop.

“A quick shower first, right?” Linda said. Right.

“I’ll keep watch again. Just don’t take too long,” I said. Linda hurried inside a shower stall. Luckily it was one of those that let you close a small half-door to offer some privacy. “You read that new one? ‘Survivor Tales’ I think it’s called. I found it on Patreon, of all places. Honestly, one of the few descriptions of an amputation that made me gag.”

“Sounds interesting,” Linda said suddenly behind me again. “Your turn.”

I quickly jumped in and rinsed off, emerging shortly thereafter. I beckoned for her to move over to the sauna. And now, her in front of me didn’t offer any amazing view of her ass. Her giant towel seemed to be designed with a chaste mindset, as it was thick and hung down to her calves. I only saw her shoulders. Luckily, there was no one in the sauna. The familiar moist wood and scolding hot air and rocks filled our nostrils as we ventured inside.

“A lot more space in here,” Linda commented, peeking inside.

“We men big and strong, we need big space,” I said in my best ooga booga voice.

“Sure,” Linda chuckled, taking a seat on one side of the L-shaped bench. I sat down at the other. “Talking amputations. Blind or deaf, what would you choose?”

“Deaf, easily. So much nice to see out there,” I said, making Linda smirk knowingly. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean it like that. Not that you’re not pretty or anything… y’know.”

“Deaf for me too,” Linda said. 

We sat there for a moment, letting the hot air open our pores and the warmth did its due diligence for our skin and body. I looked over at Linda, now leaned back against the wood panel, resting her head with her eyes closed. Shiny with sweat, and her brown hair matted across her head. Curiosity got the better of me as I trailed her body. I mean, it sat there sweaty and shiny, what were I expected to do? Not drag a girl into the men’s sauna, that's what.

But here we were. The towel didn’t offer much, but as my eyes inevitably trailed to her crotch I swore I saw a lump. A slight bulge. Even through the thick fabric. Was she having an erection? Or was… was that her natural state? I quickly looked away as I realized I was staring. I was in desperate need of finding something to distract me with. Let’s see, we’ve already talked Star Trek, weight-lifting, state wrestling and boxing, zombies, and that marathon. Hm.

“Latefer, is that something you ever went to as a kid?” I asked, referring to this small festival fair thingy the town had on Main Street every late-summer. I had never been myself.

“Sometimes. But despite what people might believe, I’m not all that comfortable in big crowds like that. I shoot a mean BB gun though,” Linda said.

“Yeah? Maybe we need to get you down to the range one day,” I suggested. “Maybe you can teach me. I suck at shooting.”

“You got guns?” Linda asked.

“I have a shotgun just in case of… erh… intruders,” I said. Linda closed her eyes again to relax a bit. “Erh, Linda. Could I ask you something, y’know, personal?”

“Sure,” Linda said.

“Maybe a sauna isn’t the right place, but, erh, what’s it like?” I asked. “I normally don’t pry, but–”

“You’ve never met someone like me?” Linda finished my sentence. I nodded, though with her eyes closed she didn’t really see that. “It works, if that’s what you’re asking. That tends to be what people ask first. Growing up, though, hasn’t been easy, as you’ve witnessed a tiny bit of it.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” I said. I kinda felt like a dumbass now.

“It’s okay,” Linda muttered. She looked up at the roof for a moment, thinking. 

“How come you’re so upbeat and cool all the time, with how you’ve grown up and stuff?” I asked. I hoped that was a better conversation. I honestly just found Linda incredibly interesting and wanted to know more about her.

Linda shrugged. “I just don’t let it get to me. Of course, it does, but I want to live my life on my terms, not theirs. However, lately, that hasn’t been so easy either,” Linda explained. I grabbed her knee and gave her a friendly squeeze.

“You’ve done fine so far, I’d say… but if you decide to move in, I was kinda trying to figure out how to get you some job in Entrendy if you want. Or even if you don’t move in, honestly. I’m not sure what yet, and while I don’t know you that well yet I want the job to make sense,” I said.

“You’d do that? For me?” Linda asked. Something told me she wasn’t used to folks doing her favors, let alone favors that weren’t self-serving.

“It would be for the company. I want it to make sense, like I said,” I excused. The company didn’t need anything in particular on the business side of things as far as I knew, but perhaps her graphic design skills could help us a bit with our website or something. It would mean one less thing for me to do, at least. Or hell, we always needed drivers if she didn’t want to do that. “If you let me buy you lunch one of these days, we could figure out what?”

“Sure. If Kim doesn’t mind,” Linda said, ever respectful of our marriage. In some ways, perhaps more than Kim and I did, the way we were fucking around. Literally. Heh heh.

“Let’s go get you snuck into the girls' locker room again.”

We exited the sauna and headed for the door, Linda hurrying out. She turned and looked at me, waiting for me to lead.

Then we heard the voices.

Shit.

It was the cleaning ladies. They usually arrived late afternoon and worked their way through the building.

We had no choice.

We ran for the showers, the closest cover without a see-through door. Linda quickly shut the door, locking us in. I could hear the cleaning ladies chatting as they opened the door to the locker room. I hadn't turned the shower on, as the two of us were crammed into the small stall, and the water would soak us both. And with the towels as our only shield against each other's nudity, and our only path to getting dry after, turning the shower on to alert the cleaning ladies someone was in here was not an option.

So we had to wait.

Luckily, the stalls had a small bench built into the back, and Linda sat down, her knees pulled up to her chest. I was just standing, hoping the cleaning ladies wouldn't notice a single pair of legs just standing in the showering stall not doing anything. The ladies were talking vividly to one another in incomprehensible Spanish, as they began the arduous task of cleaning the locker room.

They took a while, but eventually, we heard them leave, and we waited for a moment longer.

“They're gone,” I whispered, opening the stall door.

“That was way too close,” Linda whispered impatiently, getting up. A bit too fast, as she slipped on the floor and almost fell on me. In slow motion I saw her towel start to fall, but I quickly shot my hands under her armpits and caught it before it revealed anything.

But as I did that, nothing stopped the momentum from Linda herself from crashing right into me, making me fall too. I tumbled back and landed on my ass, still my hands under Linda's armpits, and suddenly, with a grunt from both of us, she was on top of me, her hands on the tile floor, her arms holding her up and stopping her from crashing down fully.

For a moment, I looked into her deep gray eyes inches away from me. Her long brown hair had fallen over one of her shoulders, tickling my chest a bit. We were so close. I could feel her smaller body so warm against me, her panting breath in my neck. Tender and soft, almost slithering against me as she moved her no doubt aching knees. Then we both realized the situation and looked down at each other.

Linda's towel was covering most of her front, but I could see the tops of her breasts and her naked ass stuck out from her towel behind her, her lightly freckled round orbs just teasing me from beneath. I had seen it before, but not shiny with sweat like now. Shit, I was staring.

“Here,” I said, hoisting her up as I stood, keeping her towel firmly in place.

And as I did that, I had no hands to hold my own towel in place. Linda quickly looked away, beet red, tying her towel in place. 

“Oh,” I muttered, hurrying to get the towel. “Don't wanna drop the soap, eh?” I joked, then realized that was probably not the best joke around someone I was just starting getting to know. “Fuck, I didn't mean it like that,” I added, as my own embarrassment at our predicament became more and more apparent. Linda just snickered at my joke. Awesome. “Come on, let's get you dressed and showered.”

“Yeah, I could really use one,” Linda agreed. She quickly got changed to her workout clothes again, peeked out into the gym area, then hurried over to the girl's locker.

I knew this was awkward now, but with time we would both look back at this and laugh at it. At least, I hoped so.

*

We went out for lunch a few days later. Kim thought it was good for Linda and me to hang out. Maybe it was time I got some friends who weren’t misogynists like Zach, or my own wife like Kim. I had a bunch of ‘friends’ back in Michigan too, but fuck all of those guys. When we got money, every single one of them showed their true colors. It took a few rookie mistakes to realize it too. Moving down here, I originally thought I didn’t need anyone but Kim, but that was probably the young man in me being utterly naive.

I also wondered if it was to get me out of the house so she could get her chance with my sister. I hadn’t seen anything out of the ordinary. Luna usually sat on the couch watching TV or was upstairs gaming in her room. Kim was drawing in the kitchen, working, or gaming in the office, as usual. 

The morning I went out to lunch they both seemed normal, if anything. Would the two of them really be able to carry on an affair without me knowing? I mean, maybe. After all, it wasn’t something I wanted to know too much about… at the same time… I kinda did. Maybe I wondered what it would look like? I mean, I had for a while wanted to see Kim with a girl, and I did with Amanda, but with someone who should’ve respected hers and my boundaries? Would Luna relent?

I couldn’t quite see if anything had happened yet, but I shoved that away quite immediately. If my wife wanted my sister, I wasn’t eager to learn of it. I think. I never thought of Luna that way, and I didn’t really like the way it made me feel. Thinking of my wife writhing under my own sister… It was just too nasty and devious. 

So to say, that last time when Kim teased me, she had awoken my thoughts to think of Luna in a slightly different way, a new way I hadn’t before. But slightly. Very slightly.

And as such, Kim seemed eager to let me and Linda go out alone, as she kept hinting that she had something to do that day. I was a little suspicious, but not enough to put the pieces together.

As we had a pleasant meal, I was starting to enjoy Linda's company more and more. Not only was she pretty and all, but she also was able to have a conversation, being very charismatic, without it always reeling back to the same things, like with Amanda. She even asked me for Kim's and mine’s favorite colors so she could knit us socks for the winter. That was pretty cute if you ask me.

“So, I took a look at your website,” Linda said, bringing us to the reason why we were here at this little cafe. “And it isn't half bad, actually.”

“Thanks?” I chuckled. She took the initiative for her own position at Entrendy it seemed, and like when she challenged me on the charity PR thing, it gave me this weird feeling inside. Intrigue? I wasn’t sure.

I liked her spunk and the way she talked, for sure. She was just a tad sassy. And it made her a bit hot. Not in a sexual way, but in the way where you like the banter and the conversations. She didn't just agree with everything I said and was very vocal about her opinions, and that made for a more exciting time.

“I mean, the design, the layout, the color palette, it’s all good. But I would, among other things, move the drop-menu to the left instead of the right, clean the navbar, remove any hover menus,” Linda said. “I have other ideas, but that would cost ya.”

“Hah!” I barked. “I love it. Do you know how to code and stuff?”

“Only some HTML and CSS,” Linda admitted. “JavaScript seems like a nightmare.”

“It is. But if you're interested in learning some programming, we could probably mold you into some web designer or web developer sorta.”

“That the only thing you want to get molded?” Linda teased, then swiftly moved her hand to cover her mouth. “Sorry! It just sorta came out!”

“No worries. You can say anything you like. Honestly, it's flattering that you joke with me like that,” I said. It was a clear sign of our friendship.

“Who said I was joking? Okay, I'll stop. So you know coding?” Linda said.

“Who do you think built the not ‘half-bad’ website?” I asked.

“Really? I didn’t meant to–” Linda erupted into a giggle.

“No it’s fine!” I replied.

So the rest of our little lunch date went more or less like that. I was fairly certain by the end of it that we would be pretty great roommates. Her enthusiasm was quite contagious, I have to say, and the way her eyes lit up, her already naturally arched brow eagerly made these small jumps truly seemed to highlight Linda’s excitement as she talked. Even her eyes caught a glint, an extra spark as she gauged any topic with interest.

So I drove her home, which was much like expected. It wasn’t the most flattering place. I then headed back to my own home, with a newfound appreciation for Linda. I pushed open the door and my ears perked immediately. I had heard that before.

Moans. Soft little Kim moans, erupting from upstairs. They were doing it right upstairs. My brain told me to get out of here, but some morbid curiosity drew me towards the stairs. Slowly, I climbed the stairs, making my way up toward what sounded like Kim having a great time.

* 

A few days earlier

While Josh was out and about, I had devised a plan. At first I had been like, how do I manipulate Luna into this? But then I thought, seduce is a much better word. I was so excited. I wondered if I would be able to, as I had never really seduced anyone, let alone a girl. Let alone someone as perfect as Luna. Tall, nice silver blonde balayage hair, athletic, blue eyes.

I had sort of expected Josh to shut it down, and would happily oblige by that. Apparently, some physical attention and the right words was enough to make him accept my, heh, green card. Funny. Anyway, it was just awesome of him to embrace my sudden sexual awakening. Amanda was so right, all this naughty business was right up my alley. I think it was his too, to some extent.

It felt so naughty doing this, especially, oh and certainly so, due to how terrible it went last time. Which is why I was so pleasantly surprised when Josh said yes. It gave the whole ordeal an extra layer of dangerous venom, though I guess it being Luna made it also a bit easier on the ‘danger’ side. Though, I wondered how Luna would deal with this. Would it be all fun and games for her? Make me her slave? Or would she cave to the temptation of stealing someone’s, her own brother’s no less, wife? Time would tell. But the future was bright and horny, that was for certain.

But enough about that. Everything in due time. It wasn’t like I had any rush. Josh had said to consider it an early birthday present, heh, giving away his sister to his own wife, but that didn’t mean I had to rush it.

Anyway, I still was deadly preoccupied by learning to draw. I had started to sort of try my hand at manga stuff, but I had no interest in it so I never knew what to do. I usually ended up drawing so many versions of the same figure, though with different coloring.

Then suddenly I felt two hands slam into my shoulders, kneading my traps roughly.

“What you got there, Van Gogh?” Luna said, slapping my back and moving around me to study my ‘drawing’.

“Same old, same old,” I muttered, shoving the drawing aside. Two hours of drawing four different expressions. Or were they even different expressions? Looked the same to me. 

“Sooo. You remember how you stepped in as a pristine, super duper mega cameraperson extraordinaire?” Luna asked in her most flattering voice, halfway leaning halfway sitting on the bar stool next to me.

“Yeah?” I asked eagerly.

“Well, I was thinking, with snow around the corner I should do some outdoor stuff, but that is really hard to coordinate alone, especially as I’m not exactly going to be warmly clothed. I’m doing Morrigan from Dragon Age. You heard of it?” 

“Yeah, of course. It’s old, but still a classic. I wouldn’t be much of a gamer not knowing my history,” I joked. “And yes, I’ll of course be your cameraperson of honor. It will be so wonderful.”

I shoved myself to the floor, abruptly reminded of Luna’s taller stature.

“Awesome,” she said.

“Do you need help… getting changed?” I asked awkwardly. I knew some of these costumes could be quite elaborate.

“No?” Luna chuckled, frowning a bit at the question. “Won’t be long,” she added, making her way upstairs again.

Looking outside I figured it was pretty cold indeed, and getting colder with the sun soon setting. I found one of my warmer coats and waited for Luna to get down. Five minutes later Luna emerged from above in her full cosplay attire. A red veil-like top wrapping around her waist and bowing across her neck while showing her taut, pale stomach, black bra and leather skirt with torn stocking under, she looked very much like the blonde version of Morrigan. Luna had even tied her hair up like the video game character had, and had thick chains and jewelry hanging about her.

“You like the skirt?” Luna asked. “I made it myself.”

“Holy shit! That is pretty impressive,” I said, as my eyes couldn’t keep away from studying every detail of her costume.

“I think I’m pale enough, but this blonde hair makes it a bit difficult,” Luna mused.

“And I’m too tan,” I said. “But I think a blonde Morrigan works.”

“You guys need to make babies so we can get some cute little Morrigans out here. Your hair would be perfect,” Luna said, studying my hair with her fingers while imagining the final product. “You know who would do a good Morrigan? Linda.”

“I think you’re right. So. Wanna head outside and take those photos?”

“Not really, but the OF community voted for Morrigan so here we are,” Luna said.

“Oh, we’re making whoring-content?” I joked.

“Yes. I have a bunch of sugar daddies who need their witch-fix,” Luna said, leaning into the joke. “We should get that Rowan girl to join forces with us.”

“I don’t know what you’re complaining about though, yeah, you’re blonde but you look fucking hot as Morrigan. I feel like I should be paying to take photos of you,” I said.

“You’re propositioning me? Does Josh know about this?” Luna said in joke seriousness, playing all offended-like.

“Oh, he asked me to have some fun for my birthday, so I thought, ‘who’s the cheapest prostitute I know?’” I shot back.

“Careful so I don’t drown you in the pool,” Luna joked, handing me the camera bag and a heavy tripod. “I can’t get sweaty or this make up will go everywhere, so you need to be my caddie. And yes, I got a real camera.” The dark heavy makeup around her eyes and face did not seem fun to have to redo, that was true.

“Sure,” I grunted, taking over the camera equipment.

A few minutes later we were walking across the grass toward a cluster of trees and stuff. I had no gardening skills whatsoever, so what trees they were or whatever, I had no idea. But it looked like it would give some awesome scenery for a mystique-full character like Morrigan. We varied a few different poses, mostly above board, but I had to say it was pretty fun. It was like jumping into a fantasy world and capturing it real time. Luna enjoyed it too, sitting on a huge branch a few feet off the ground, dangling her combat boots below.

“This can go on your OnlyFans?” I said.

“Like I’ve said before, it’s mostly SFW.”

“Mostly?” I asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, some are more risque than others. Like now, I’m showing my bra and my belly. I wouldn’t go to the mall with this little on.”

“Fair enough,” I said.

“Would you wanna join me sometime?” Luna asked. “Cosplaying and taking cool, sexy photos. I’m not gonna post any of it on my page. Without your consent anyway,” she promised, though teasing me at the end. “We’d do it just for fun!”

Doing content like that, that would probably be way too far for sure, but Luna had made the hobby pretty appealing. Making my favorite characters come to life? Maybe Josh would even like it. He liked when I dressed up as Wednesday and May. He wasn’t as big of a nerd, not anymore, as Luna and I, but he still had a foot and an arm in that world so he’d know the characters I think. I also knew he had a soft spot for alt girls.

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea putting me on blast on OnlyFans. Not with my job, anyway. But what would I even dress up as? I have no idea how the, erh, creative side of this works,” I said.

“There is so much, Kim. I actually have a bunch of Valorant stuff. We could make a perfect Jett and Viper duo,” Luna said enthusiastically, sensing I was caving in. Maybe this was my window. “You already did Wednesday and May.”

“You know what? Sure!” I said eagerly. “Let’s snap some more pics out here, then head inside. If it’s not going on your page, we could just do them wherever right?”

“Sure,” Luna said.

Twenty minutes later we were up at her room. We spent a few minutes going over our little shoot while Luna got her warmth back, tossing a blanket over her own shoulders. Luna was very happy with having an extra set of hands on set, and I was more than happy to be able to help her out. 

After a quick shower, Luna went about to find me a costume in her closet. I looked at her as Luna stood naked except for her silver silk robe as she was sorting through her big closet where she had stored a bunch of various costumes. I wasn’t sure what to expect or if I even fitted for this sort of thing.

“Some costumes I sell to my supporters. It feels awkward calling them fans, but yeah. Some of the skimpier ones can go for quite a dollar,” Luna explained. “Some even ask if I can sell my used underwear, but that’s a bridge too far for me.”

“It never ceases to amaze me what filthy animals we share the planet with,” I mused, knowing full well that I was on that scale somewhere myself.

“Filthy can be good,” Luna retorted, fetching a skin tight green and black bodysuit and tossed it to me. “It might be a bit long in the leg department… though with those child-bearing hips you got that might not be a problem in some other areas,” she said, finding herself a set of navy blue cargo pants and a light blue short sleeved crop top.

Without any hesitation, Luna discarded her robe, revealing her body to me. I had seen her before, but her toned legs, full breasts that were a full cup size and a half bigger than my own, and overall immaculate shape was still something to be in awe of. Luna smiled at me, seeing me admire her body.

“You might want to change your bra to a white one. Black under a bright color like that?” I suggested.

“You just want to see me topless,” Luna joked, but arched her hands back and unclasped her bra, shooting me a dirty glance over her shoulder before tossing it my way to tease me, then fishing out a brighter one more fitting her attire. 

With her back turned I didn’t see her breasts fully, but I knew they were just the right shape, as with the rest of her. Perky and with a slight teardrop shape. Flashes of them around my face as Luna straddled me shot through my mind, but I pushed it away for now.

The costume was oddly comfortable to wear. It was snug, and didn’t feel at all as tight as it should’ve. Instead, it was stretchy and very agile to my movements. And it made me feel all sorts of sexy as it hugged my ass and hips just right. My tits are smaller than Luna’s, so there was some room there, but that was hardly noticeable from the outside looking in. But like she alluded to, my hips were a bit wider than hers so it helped fit the suit more properly despite the height difference.

But it was certainly less innocent than Pokemon and Adam’s cosplays.

“See? You look so good in that skin tight lycra,” Luna commented, smacking my ass for emphasis. I winced a bit. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Josh not treating you right?” Luna joked, slapping me again, giving me a slight squeeze. If only she knew what hidden meanings her innuendo had. She couldn’t possibly know, though.

“So what now?” I asked, trying to mask myself.

“You wanna take some photos? Just so you know what you look like? And send to Josh, perhaps. I know if he’s a warm blooded male, he’ll like your Viper,” Luna suggested, smacking my ass again for further emphasis.

“Sure,” I said, rubbing my cheek as Luna was quite rough with me.

Luna instructed me to strike a pose, but I was way too awkward so I just ended up giggling way too much. But with some patience, Luna navigated me into some over-the-shoulder glances, though with plenty of smiles as I couldn’t hold myself. She even stepped back and captured a few with my ass showing in the tight green and black lycra. Then a few where I just sat on the bed, stood by the window looking out, and so on.

“Should we take some together?” I asked, kinda caught up in this whole ordeal by now. 

Luna went to prop up her camera so it faced the bed, as that was the biggest angle, then fetched a remote control she could click on to snap some pics with. The first picture made us both laugh pretty hard. I sat sideways on the bed, resting my hands in my lap, with Luna right next to me, hand on my shoulder, creating something very reminiscent of those old grim-looking photos from the 1800s.

“Here, lay flat on the bed,” Luna suggested. “I want some more sexy photos too. Not for the OF, just for fun.”

“No worries,” I said eagerly, crawling up on the bed. “With my head down toward the edge of the bed?”

“Yeah,” Luna said, climbing up next to me. 

We both laid prone on the bed, hands under our cheeks, looking innocently at the camera. Checking the photo after, we even saw our asses sneaking into the photo too, peeking up behind our heads. It looked innocent, yes, but with a hidden extra wickedness to it as well.

“Would you mind if we took some standing pics?” Luna said, as I laid back down on her bed.

“I don’t mind. It’s pretty fun. And hot, not gonna lie. We’re looking so good in those pics.”

Luna then attached her camera to the tripod and moved it much closer.

“Yeah, my fans would love a few photos like this. But don’t worry, these are for us,” Luna assured, climbing onto the bed. Perhaps it was just me, but the way she joined me on the bed made her eyes look… hungry? Was Luna getting turned on by us posing around?

“You know,” I started. “It’s probably fine if you post the most tasteful ones,” I relented.

“Yeah?” Luna said, standing on her knees next to me.

“Sure. I mean, I’m just helping you out, ain’t I?” I reasoned. “And I would’ve posted it on Instagram anyway, so…”

“Mind if we do a few more then? Just tasteful stuff, of course,” Luna asked. I nodded eagerly. Posing next to her had been a thrill already.

“Of course,” I agreed.

“Okay. So let me, like, get up on your knees like me, then I wrap my arms around your shoulder here. Yours on my waist, turn into me a bit and rest your head on my shoulder kind of,” Luna explained, helping me move into position. Her other hand moved to my side, holding the clicker for the camera, taking pics indiscriminately.

Being held like this, I knew it would look like we were about to kiss in a very classic baroque way almost. Meanwhile, I was graced with Luna’s wonderful stare, as she smiled warmly at me. Then she moved a bit closer, her nose tickling my cheek. I instinctually moved a hand to cradle the back of her head, closing my eyes as if bracing for impact.

“That’s good,” Luna muttered, as if to not let the camera hear us. Her whisper gave enough of an undertone to send a shiver through me. From all the stuff we had done, the slightly playful teasing, and her body against me now was starting to do its work on me. She then moved to brush her lips against my neck, and I could even feel her small smile against me. It felt so incredibly sensual.

“What if you kiss me?” I asked. “Like, on the lips?”

Luna arched her brow up in surprise. “Won’t that be a bit too much for the OF?” she asked.

“Well, then don’t post it,” I replied. “We can decide after.”

“Sure, sis,” Luna said, reminding me of our in-law status to one another.

Luna angled her head a bit and moved me up. Hesitating a moment for added lingering effect, before her soft lips engaged with mine. It wasn’t like a real kiss, as I had received those from her before, but more like she just held her lips against mine, closing her eyes to make it look passionate. But I wanted to feel the passion as well, so I slightly parted my lips, and slid my tongue up to prod her lips. I felt her sharply inhale in surprise as I did, but she opened up and let me in. 

I knew the images would blow some guy’s mind, seeing a wet tongue inviting itself into someone else’s mouth like that, and that, along with it being Luna, drove me to really dig my small fleshy tongue into her mouth and –

Luna pulled up, a small string of saliva between us which fell away immediately. “Erh. Maybe lay down on your back?” she suggested, wiping her mouth awkwardly.

I eagerly did, as Luna lowered the tripod so the camera would capture us. She then joined me on the bed, rolling me easily over so I was on my back, and she ended up more or less sideways on top of me. Without much hesitation I reached up with my hand to grab her ass. Luna smiled at my initiative, as we both knew these were some steeeaaamy photos. 

Luna rather quickly found my lips again, kissing me harder and with more vigor than before, taking her hand that didn’t hold the remote and rolled my hips slightly aside so she could spank me hard. And hard again. Then with a gentle squeeze. I looked up at her face biting my lip, while she looked back at my ass that was no doubt turning bright red under the lycra. No doubt a bunch of good pics came from that.

“Sorry, too much?” Luna reassured.

“Ngh, not at all,” I said, groaning involuntarily from the impact.

“You like that, Viper?” she muttered, turning her blue eyes to mine, moving her hand up from my ass and to my shoulder, suddenly pushing me fully onto my back and rolling on top of me. 

Her long blonde hair felt silky as it spread over my shoulder and neck. The warmth of her lithe frame was radiating, almost scorchingly, from beneath the fabric. Luna stared deep into my eyes, seemingly fighting not to dive down.

“Is it okay if we get a bit frisky?” Luna asked. I nodded eagerly, eager to please.

I was a bit surprised by her initiative, but then again, maybe I should have known the photos were to fuel her for the act we would embark on next. As she kissed me on the cheek, our warm breath slowly fluttering against one another's, I let a low moan escape my lips, signaling her to continue.

“You sure Josh will be okay with this?” Luna muttered.

“I think he half expects it, honestly,” I said. He had said as much. Besides, I had my hall pass.

“In that case,” Luna said, teasing my lips with her thumb, running her finger back and forth along the lower lip before twisting her fingers through my hair. All the while, her other hand kept clicking for more pictures of our salacious acts.

Kissing was always my thing with Josh, but when Luna slipped her tongue inside me, hovering over me like this, it sent shivers through my whole body, a sensation which was no doubt further escalated as Luna lowered a knee between my legs, forcibly spreading me. There was no sense in hiding how incredibly turned on this situation made me.

Luna pulled her lips from mine, and looked down with a satisfied smile.

“You sure this is okay? Am I going too fast?” she asked again, ever the dutiful little sister. “Josh won't kill me?”

“Are you okay with it?" I shot back.

“Fucking my older brother's hot little wife? Oh yeah, I’m okay with that,” Luna moaned, shoving her tongue into my mouth, startling me once again, gripping my throat with her hand as she supported herself with the other, still clutching the remote. Luna had gotten dominant very quickly, and I loved it. It was her natural being.

I pushed her lips from mine. Her wording was laced with the desired promise. This seduction had gone so much smoother than I had anticipated. ‘Fucking’ echoed within my brain. It was going to happen.

“I'll shut the camera off for this next part,” Luna said, a wash of horniness coursing through me at yet another promise. 

“Wait. Is it okay if we film it?” I asked, surprising myself. “Not for your page, but erh, I kinda want to see it later.” And with both of their consents, hopefully to share with Josh too. That would make my storytelling much easier.

“Yeah? Wanna study my handiwork?” Luna chuckled confidently, getting out of bed to turn the camera over to filming mode.

Meanwhile, I slid out of the tight bodysuit. And Luna out of her attire, revealing her full nudity to me as soon she stood by the end of the bed, staring sultrily at the camera she had propped on the dresser. With a single click, it began to record and capture our dirty deeds.

I looked into the lens of the camera, the blinking dot signaling our debauchery would soon be captured on tape. Luna helping me cuck Josh was probably my new favorite fetish. I hoped Josh would feel the same when he saw this, saw what I was about to do to our holy bond, but I would make the narrative sound as alluring and inviting for him, as that was something I was good at.

But instead of resuming her previous position, Luna crawled up the bed until she was straddling her strong thighs over my face, a knee on each side, all the while maintaining eye contact. Her body was immaculate, sheer perfection in my humble opinion. 

As she took position, I saw that she was a girl that knew what she wanted and was about to take it. Luna rubbed her soaked, beautiful pussy across my mouth and nose, with my hot moans gurgling and sizzling out like steam from my wet, awaiting mouth, inhaling Luna's scent deep into me as my anticipation reached a near intolerable state of being. 

I never figured myself as a lesbian, but right now, I wanted her in my mouth so badly, yet she was teasing me so badly. Right out of reach so I could merely flick her, only given a hint of what she tasted. And while I was no expert, her pussy looked so inviting, so appetizing.

Luna slid a few strong, slender fingers into my hair, guiding me toward her wet slit, the premonition of my surrender, the fleshy gateway, pink, smooth and smelling heavenly of her young juices, and soon my tongue was lavishing over her slit with wild abandon, girly groans, moans and hisses escaping from me as my senses were sent spinning. The feeling was as euphoric as it could be, my soul, my mind, my heart, everything went right into this one pure, yet incestuous act.

The camera blinked, as she filmed every wet second of it, catching me giving head to my husband's own sister, filming me taste her sweet nectar, then capturing the sensual noise as she exhaled contentment and satisfaction over me. Capturing her soft moans as she loved the feeling of having me between her thighs. Making a film out of Luna taking her older brother’s wife the way she liked it done. Perhaps the naughty tabooness of having her own brother’s wife submit shot a new level of excitement through her. It certainly did for me.

“Ugh, God…I should warn you,” Luna muttered from above. She was still piercing into me with her blue eyes. “Ugh, that I squirt.” It wasn’t a warning, though. It was a fact. A fact I had to deal with when it happened. It fueled my perverse submissive nature to no end hearing Luna more or less making me take her ejaculate however she gave it to me. I wanted to cheer her on to do just that, but my mouth was preoccupied.

With that, she pressed me up into her labia even more and arched her pelvis, granting my tongue better access and grinding down upon me. My nose, jaw and cheeks were coated in her liquids, which kept pouring onto me in waves of raw femininity, the indubitable sign that she was loving what I was giving her.

“Not that it changes anything. I'm still gonna cum in your mouth. I'm getting, ugh, pretty close,” Luna muttered. “Oh, fuck, yeah! Keep going, Viper!” she exclaimed.

Luna fell forward, supporting herself on the mattress with one hand, holding my head in place with the firmest of grips with the other, grinding her pelvis hard down against my eager tongue. I was lost in her taste, smell, and her entirety. I was entirely submissive to her needs and only did what she silently told me with her movements and body, my hands roaming up her legs, feeling the chiseled muscles on her athletic upper thighs.

“Want my hot nectar in your mouth?” Luna groaned. Her convulsions and jagged pants and whimpers were tell-tale signs of her getting close, signaling the first ever ejaculate discharge I'd receive from a girl. And right in my mouth too. I was so eager to receive it too. To think I could want something I had never had before so much…

Caught between a scream and a squeal, Luna erupted, drenching my face in a downpour of girly ejaculation, and while her eyes were shut in the throes of a heavy orgasm, she kept grinding hard against my eager, waiting tongue, making sure she took all pleasure she could get, letting thick oil-like sweet and slight saltiness cover my tongue. But despite her rather rough handling and rather un-ladylike language, I relished every second of her use of my face, it made me feel completely used and consumed and utterly submissive. And it was unbelievably hot to me, in a new, kinky and intense way.

It was weird and taboo, but my heart soared the highest of heights when the wetness coating my face was suddenly more or less forcefully poured into my mouth and down my throat, to say my mind was spinning from Luna's depravity was an understatement. It made the act we were performing feel even dirtier and all the more twisted, making it all the more intoxicating for us both.

“MMMMMGUH! I'm, guh, I'm cumming again,” Luna whimpered, and another stream of salty wetness splashed into my mouth, hitting my chin and nose, my ricocheting all over my face.

She continued for quite a while, spasms wracking her body. Her legs tightened against the side of my head, threatening to suffocate me with their warm thickness, and her hands kept a steady and strong hold around me as I surrendered fully. It was as if she forgot who and what I was, other than an object that could extend her orgasm a fraction.

Then with a thump she fell onto the bed beside me, her whole body convulsing and jolting all over in her post-orgasm aftershocks.

“You always cum that hard?” I asked after a few moments of letting her regain her senses.

“Oh y-yeah,” Luna said in a slight tremble, proud of her own ability to cum with such ferocity. “It helps that you’re a natural muff diving sub.”

“Jesus.”

“No Jesus in here,” Luna joked, rolling out of bed, leaving me drenched and pent up in her wake.

“Don't think I have forgot about you,” I heard her say, as she ruffled around in her closet.

“I hope not, you got me pent up as shit,” I said, giggling at my own excitement to get some of the same treatment. I wondered if I’d ever be able to squirt like that.

I soon found out what was going on. From the top shelf of her closet, Luna withdrew a leather harness. I had never seen one in real life, but I knew from the small bolt in the middle of it that you could attach dildos and such to it. I could hardly comprehend this nasty, mind blowing and intensely erotic sequence of events taking place.

“Do you prefer it from the back or laying on your back?” Luna asked, fishing out the strangest dildo I had ever seen. “Oh this? It's sadly the only one I got for now. I bought it on Bad Dragon. Nova the Breeder they call it. Wanna get a feel for what it's like getting bred by it?”

I nodded, my eyes fixed on it as Luna pressed it onto the harness’ bolt. It was huge, and had all these weird bumps, and a fat knot near the root. It would stretch me wildly if that huge bump got in me, but I highly doubted I'd get that deep. It was simply too wide at the base to go rubber-balls deep. And it was long too, and the strange pointy tip would no doubt feel real awkward inside me. Certainly different from a normal dick.

“I've never... done it with a strap on,” I said, suddenly slightly nervous.

“That's okay,” Luna said. “Just let me take control, Kim. I’ll take care of you. I’ll do you on your back, then. I want the connection.”

Without any prompt or delay, she sank her knees on the mattress between my legs, swung my calves up on her shoulders, and filled me up with the thick Nova-dildo. I nearly burst there and then as it slid into me, stretching me to maximum, my walls hugged the contour of it, fitting its odd shape, my heart going ballistic in my ribcage, and the bed was protesting loudly as Luna started to immediately pound my poor, wet pussy.

“OH GOD!” I screamed as I shot through my first orgasm already. Just from the penetration and a few pumps.

“You'll love it in no time,” Luna said more to herself than me, as I was far gone in my own world, which now was nothing but the huge rubber cock inside of me and the wicked pleasure it fucked out of me. Not it. Luna. It was Luna who was pounding my pussy so good. Stuffing me full of that nasty-looking dildo. Luna who I was so insanely grateful for, doing the most depraved thing imaginable with her.

I didn't say a word or utter a single groan or gasp. Instead, my body was overwhelmed and crashed through several back-to-back climaxes, only worsening the tremors in me. I lost count of them, was sure it was too much for my body, my soul, and not even remotely enough.

My chest heaved in irregularly up and down, and my back was arching out of reflex in reaction to the multiple explosions blasting me apart internally. I have no idea how long I was under her. Could have been a few minutes, could have been a day for all I know. But eventually the trembles in me ceased enough that I opened my eyes.

My mouth was sore and achy, my voice hoarse from all the orgasmic yells and yelps. My poor cervix bruised and banged up. Fucking Luna was so much more than I could've imagined.

*

Later the same day, Josh didn’t seem to have noticed. He told me that he apparently had run into Linda again, also something about a sauna, but I was too worn and distracted by the still aftershocks of Luna pounding me into her own little submissive wifeslut. I was sure if Luna came in here right now, as Josh was talking to me, and shoved her big dildo in me, or threw me to the floor to fuck my face, I’d be more than willing to oblige.

The overwhelming feelings within me from that tryst calmed down over the next day, and the next time I met Luna(she was busy with her own things), she was quick to make sure everything was okay. I mean, I had for one learned a whole bunch of new stuff about her, but other than that it was just dandy.

“Sure it is okay with Josh? And you?” she asked, concerned, joining me on the couch.

“Yeah. A little too late now anyway, don’t you think?” I asked, getting a snort out of Luna before she turned back to serious. I tossed the Switch aside, sensing this was a longer conversation.

“Did you talk to him?” Luna asked worriedly.

“Yeah actually. Before we, erh, slept together, he sort of asked me if there was something I wanted sexually… and then he sorta kinda gave me a green light if I wanted to… you know, have sex with you.”

“What, like a birthday present?” Luna asked, as if it was a joke. But I nodded. “Ah. Well. So does he know about yesterday?”

“I, erh… it’s hard to explain, but sorta to tease him, I said I wouldn’t say anything unless he asked. So he goes around wondering if we did it.”

“Okay. Whatever you gotta do. But I can’t help but feel a bit left out of the equation here. You could’ve said something,” Luna said, turning this conversation in an unexpected direction.

“I know… And I feel horrible for it, but I was so worried you’d say no. But you were pretty eager to jump on me, though,” I said.

“Pff. I was already riled up by the pics and stuff, then you pushed for kissing, letting me grope you… I had no idea taking photos like that with someone else would have such an effect on me. You being my brother’s wife also helped in a messed up way. It’s sorta fucked, right?” Luna said.

“It is. I didn’t know you were so nasty, though,” I said. Luna shot me a dirty look. “But please, don’t post the… the nastier stuff. I have some job opportunities I don’t wanna blow just yet. And don’t tell Josh I told you could post at all. I’ll find a way to break it to him.”

“You got it. Just try to keep my OF page out of it,” Luna said, standing up. “I was only gonna post those where I held you and that first one with us both on the bed. Perhaps also those where we almost kissed.”

“Wait,” I said. Luna looked at me. “Erh. Could you send me the video, though?”

Luna arched her eyebrows. “Yeah? I think we already agreed on that. You gonna show Josh or something?”

I patted the seat next to me and she sat down again. “Would that bother you?”

“I’m not super excited about him seeing me naked, but if I fucked his wife for him, maybe I’m not exactly in a position to make demands like that,” Luna explained. “If he’d even want to see something like that.”

 “Did you like it?” I asked. “Would you do it again?”

Luna’s eyes trailed from my bare feet and up to my panty clad crotch, lingering a moment before meeting my eyes. She didn’t say anything, but gave a curt nod. 

“I just thought it was a one time thing,” Luna said. “Which kinda sucks, as I couldn’t go balls deep because of the knot. I was thinking we’d buy another dildo, but I wasn’t sure where you stood on that.”

“Can I ask you something else?” I asked, as her whole page thing and our ‘encounter’ had sparked another side of me. I mean, it was both cheating and voyeurism, in some sense, even if we never posted a video. I’ll correct myself, we would never post a video. Some of those pictures with me and Luna were plenty. Luna nodded. “If you were to post our video together, would you post it like any of your other posts?”

“Hell no. I’d put it on 99 dollars as an exclusive. Fuck, probably more,” Luna said, chuckling. “Railing you? Sitting on your cute little face? They better pay for that. Why? I’m not gonna do it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No, I was just curious,” I muttered.

Luna nodded, and stood. “Well, I’m heading to the shower.”

“Wait… again. Wasn’t there a certain purchase of dildo we had to do? We could probably get it here by tomorrow, right?”

“You’re one horny gal, ain’t you?” Luna chuckled. “Sure, my dear sister-in-law, I’ll find a dildo I can rearrange your guts with. Would the Lady like it to enter her rectum as well?”

“Pff, no way,” I said, tapping the seat again, though much closer. Luna grabbed the tablet we used to control the music and plumped down next to me. “Just out of curiosity, would you ever do something with Josh?”

“No. That’s disgusting, Kim,” Luna lectured. “Or did you mean with a strapon? I have to admit, it doesn’t turn me on, but dominating him a bit would serve big bro right. But fuck, that would mean I’d see him naked and I don’t really want that.”

“Fair enough,” I said, not pushing it any more than that.

“You’re more than enough,” Luna purred, leaning down to lick my ear, her hand crawling up the innards of my thigh, tossing the tablet aside. “This conversation has had me kinda hot and bothered,” she muttered, and without any hesitation she shoved her fingers into my panties and soon two fingers gripped into my G-spot. 

“Nasty little slut, turning me on like that. Now that you’ve given me a foot in the door, I’ll shove mine up your precious little pussy,” Luna whispered, shoving me down on my back, gripping my throat while searching my eyes with hers, looking for that submissive part of me that was only just beneath the surface.

I was utterly swooned by Luna, feeling her on top of me, taking me how she wanted. Luna was also much stronger than me, so even if I didn’t want to cheat on Josh with his sister again, Luna could just do me if she wanted. I kinda understood Amanda’s predilection to forced sex now, but for now this was more than enough.

I tried to gasp for air as Luna’s grip was a bit too tight. As if sensing my lungs being on fire and my vision almost blurry, Luna released a little bit while still slamming her fingers into me. Then she squeezed again, on perfect beat as her fingers sloshed into me harder.

“G-god,” I groaned, barely able to speak. “You’re… gripping… me too tight…” though I loved the thrill.

“You’re my little slut, Kim. Gripping you tighter shows me just what level of dominance I have on you. I know you don’t even have a choice but to let me,” Luna said, fingering me hard and fast. 

I did wonder for a brief second how much practice she had fucking girls, because her grip, tempo and general knowledge was so professional, but the wonder was shortlived as the thrill of being choked, being fingered, was utterly overwhelming. But I figured if you did something, you ought to do it well. She squeezed hard again, and I could feel my walls cling to her digits and pulsate around them. My breath caught in my throat as Luna worked me over so good.

She slammed her fingers as deep into me as they went and paused. I stared up into those intense blue eyes of her, unable to make a sound as she choked me. My body started to writhe from the lack of release and lack of oxygen. I squirmed a bit to try to shake her hand off my neck to no avail. But, just as sudden and unexpected, it released, and the air flowed into my starved lungs.

Luna disappeared from above me and suddenly I felt her mouth between my legs, her hot, wet tongue flat against my labia, my whole pussy wrapped in hot pleasure. Her soft lips felt heavenly. But she knew how to do much more than just use her fingers and tongue on me.

“You like that, Viper? Me being in control of you?” Luna asked, lifting her head from my crotch. I nodded eagerly. “Good. Now, don't cum until I tell you, okay?”

That would be a magnificent feat, as I was already so close to cumming from her fingering me and choking me my way up to an orgasm that would've probably blown my back out, to then giving me a teaser of what Luna could do with her mouth. And the way she was eyeing me as she waited for me to answer, the way she sat there between my legs, her hands on either side of my hips, made me shiver all over. I felt a surge of electricity surge through my body and I let out a small gasp. 

Finally, I gave her a nod, knowing full well she'd go to town on me, forcing me to hold back all the while she tried to bring me over the edge. I was desperate to cum, but equally desperate to be a good girl for my little sister, my best friend.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, trying to fight back against the waves of pleasure washing over me, and when Luna's tongue flicked over my clit, I tried to resist. But she was good, too good. Her tongue was like an artist's paintbrush, the tip of her tongue flicking and rubbing over my sensitive bud. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, a strained whimper escaped my lips. I had no idea I could ever be this turned on or feel this much pleasure.

“You're doing so well, Viper,” Luna purred. She pulled back for a second so I could breath and catch up, and I looked down at her. “Holding back, I mean. You must really want to cum,” she said, smirking up at me.

“I'm… I'm close,” I groaned. “P-Please… I'm so close it feels like it’s hurting me.”

“Oh you poor thing,” Luna smiled warmly, diving back into my vulva, giving me a new battery of overwhelming sensations I had to fight against. It was getting harder and harder to fight against the waves of pleasure washing over me, threatening to pull me under.

“Cum,” Luna said between licks, her eyes looking up at me.

Her words were all I needed, and my body shuddered with release as the pleasure washed over me. My legs spasmed uncontrollably and my pussy quivered around Luna's tongue as she kept licking me. The intensity of my orgasm was unreal, I never knew I could feel such pleasure.

“You're so beautiful when you cum,” Luna moaned, still licking me. “I love the look on your face when you climax.”

I lay there, feeling my body going limp in the aftermath of my orgasm. But then I felt something prodding at my lips. Luna's fingers.

“Taste yourself,” Luna ordered, and I opened my mouth, letting her fingers slide inside. She slowly slid them in and out, making sure I tasted myself. “You taste so sweet, Kim,” she murmured.

Luna then stood, and promptly left me there in a quivering mess. Like last time, being Josh’s own sister's own little plaything was such an exhilarating experience. Luna was a bit younger than me, yet she was the one pulling all the strings. It satiated my depraved mind to such an extent.

Later that night, as I was laying next to Josh, my sleeping husband, I was still relishing the thought of Luna doing things to me. Josh was so lucky to have her as a sister. Even in our debauchery, Luna loved us both, and didn’t do anything she didn’t think was appropriate, and checking in with me if she felt she had stepped over a line. And even with that, she was still able to toss me around.

Josh turned over, and faced me.

“Hey, I got this lunch thing with Linda tomorrow. You know, like we talked about?” he muttered sleepily.

“Oh yeah. Sure. I think that is a great idea,” I replied. “I think it’s good you’re getting out more, and getting new friends.”

“I know,” Josh contemplated. “So you don’t mind me going to lunch with another girl?”

“Should I mind?” I asked.

“No.”

“Then I don’t mind. And besides, it’s Linda we’re talking about. We all love Linda here,” I chuckled. “How long you going to be gone?”

“Pff, you just want time alone with Luna,” Josh yawned, rolling over. “I don’t know. Sometime after lunch.”

“Guilty as charged,” I said, hoping he bought it as a joke. Though, I wanted him to ask as well. I wanted to tell him all about how his sister treated his wife like some debased slut.

Man, I was so eager to show Josh that video to show him just how much I indeed yearned to be alone with his sister. With Luna. I just hoped he’d ask, and that he wanted to see. He seemed so far like he didn’t know, which made the sneaking around almost better. It was like I was having an actual affair with his sister, and I honestly liked it a lot. Especially as I knew he was okay with it. 

But I didn’t feel it was like when he okayed me sucking off Toby. Josh liked Luna, he liked girls, and he had admitted to me being a bit on the naughty side. I just hoped I could work this so he could enjoy all those thing together. Maybe that video would do it. It was nothing but a backshot of Luna’s ass and back thrusting for 30 minutes, wet small slurps from me getting defiled, and the occasional change of angle and position of my thighs. It didn’t offer much in terms of pure penetration, but watching it back it gave a lot still. Oh boy did it.

Laying next to my now sleeping Josh, I was almost tempted to sneak myself down the hallway and into Luna’s bed. But I couldn’t go off the deep end like this. I mean, hooking up was fun, and I was probably in some sort of ‘honeymoon’ period, but that couldn’t get out of hand. I liked it with Toby, that was something I could just never deny, so having some extra-marital fun with someone again was… I don’t know, maybe I should feel guilty about it, but because it was Luna made it all okay in my mind. Maybe I was getting a bit messed up by all these adventures.

After a restless night I figured to hell with it. If I can’t sleep, at least I could make everyone breakfast. Josh often did it, but honestly, I was the better cook of us. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how to fry bacon, it was more that that was all he did. Men, pff.

“You’re up early?” I heard Josh yawn behind me. It was early for him too, but he had ‘date’ with Linda so here he was up and about in the almost early AMs. Though to be fair, Josh wasn’t that late of a sleeper regularly either. It was six AM, and he was often out jogging by now.

“Couldn’t sleep. I have some plans later,” I said. I didn’t really, but hoped to make some. 

“So,” Josh said, pouring Latte for the both of us. Was this it? Would he ask about me and Luna? “The cabin trip in a few weeks.” Oh. Right. “Erh. Would it be too weird if we started trying for a family? Like trying to time it for late Summer or fall?”

Josh truly blindsided me with that. Almost as an immediate reaction, I felt a small amount of tears well up in me, as I knew it meant that Josh was ready to finally move beyond to a place where we could put Toby behind us truly. We had spent so much time healing. It almost made me feel terrible for sleeping with Luna behind his back. Though the kinks and nuances of it hadn’t been worked into any sort of ‘affair’ but still. 

“No?” Josh asked, registering my watery eyes the wrong way.

“Of course, Josh! If I wasn’t on the pill right now, I’d have you producing babies with me right here on the counter right now,” I said, coaxing a dirty smile from my husband. “Come here. We need to practice–”

“You guys really make alot of noise in the morning,” Luna said, emerging down the stairs in her silver robe, this time more modestly tied up to not reveal her naked thighs and breasts beneath. My eyes couldn’t help but trace her cleavage and from her nipples I could tell she at least wore no bra. I guess it was a bit nippy in the morning.

Josh smiled, turning to find another plate and mug for his sister. As he did, I winced from Luna slapping my ass. Tossing her an impatient look, she just smirked at me, giving my butt a squeeze, before sitting down next to me. She even landed one of her hands casually on my thigh, resting her chin on her other hand as Josh handed out cutlery.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, but Luna just gave me a side-eyed smile.

“So Luna,” Josh said, bringing our attention to him instead. 

Luna looked like she paid attention, but was obviously able to multi-task as she found her way into my pajama pants, groping my ass with my husband right across from us, all the while paying attention to Josh talking about some cosplay contest he wanted done to get new models. Luna was the designated expert, after all.

I knew I was doomed to just sit there, squirming in my seat as Luna kept feeling me up, and trying my best to eat breakfast, hoping Josh wouldn't notice anything amiss. But every time he looked at me, he saw me staring intently at him, or into my coffee cup. I was sweating bullets, and could only hope I'd manage to keep my cool.

“So,” Josh said. “What do you think, Luna?”

“Uhm, yeah,” Luna said. “I think it's a good idea. But I think it could create more buss if someone with somewhat of a name joined in. Let's say Kim, as an example, being on the up and up with ESL and whatnot. Or someone of equal caliber.”

“Not a bad idea,” Josh replied, just in time for Luna to sneak her hand up and further down, into my panties, a finger disappearing into the cleft of my ass. Was Luna… Would she really? No, she was just teasing. There was no way Luna would try to finger me with her brother right across from her. “What you think, Kim? Would you be down for cosplaying a bit?”

“I hope you can forgive us, but we kinda already did some,” Luna said, shoving her phone toward Josh. I had no idea which photos she showed, but by his reaction, I had to think it was the more innocent ones. Meanwhile, I tried to swat Luna's hand out of my panties, but she shoved deeper between my cheeks instead, letting her fingertip tease my back entrance.

“That is so cute! Can I add them to my website?” Josh asked.

“Sure, I mean, as long as Kim is okay with it,” Luna said.

“I don't mind,” I muttered, trying to push away from the table, but Luna pushed me back with the hand she had rested on her chin on landing on my thigh, she now managed to push her finger up into my ass, just a fraction, threatening entry. “Josh, erh, could you get me some more coffee, please?”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, and just as he stood and turned to the coffee pot, Luna tried to thrust her finger fully up my butt, but I was able to get off her. I had never had anything up there, so I'd be damned if Luna would just yank that cherry from me with Josh just a few feet away.

I rushed over to Josh, giving him a hug, whispering: “Linda, remember?”

“Right,” Josh said.

“You're gonna be late,” I said. “Have fun.”

I gave him a kiss, and hurried him out the door, leaving me and Luna alone. As soon as Josh closed the front door, I turned to Luna, who was sipping on her coffee, eyeing me with an amused look.

“What are you doing?!” I hissed.

“I know you got a nice ass, Kim. But you shouldn't have run away like that,” Luna purred, rising from her chair. “That's no way to treat your sister-in-law.”

“You can't finger my ass, Luna!” I exclaimed, somewhat agitated. “Especially not with Josh right there! I thought you were just teasing at first!”

“I was,” Luna said. “But then I thought… I'm gonna finger your ass. I'm gonna own you.”

“No way,” I said, shaking my head. “Josh has never been up there!”

“Good,” Luna said, closing the distance between us. “Because I want to be the first one to shove a finger up there. Then two fingers. And maybe even my whole fist if you're a good girl.”

I quivered where I stood, staring into Luna's intense blue eyes. I knew there was no way I could stop her. If she wanted to finger my ass, she would. But I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of excitement at the thought of it. But that wasn't something Josh and I had even talked about.

“Am I going too far?” Luna asked, standing up, moving over to me. Her eyes looked like she was searching for the correct way. She didn’t want to hurt me or Josh, that was apparent.

“Yes,” I admitted. I knew if Luna pushed me, I would relent. When it came to these things, I had barely any defences. This is why we hoped Luna would be fun. “Please don't push me like this.”

“I won't,” Luna said, with a hint of regret in her voice.  She probably sensed my struggle. She didn't know our dark past, and I couldn't actually fault her for trying her luck. We, I, had led her on, after all. “I, erh, I get carried away too, y'know.”

“No no, it’s not your fault,” I said. 

I felt bad for saying what I said to her, and I didn’t mean it in a blaming way. But I was really afraid of doing something wrong. Not even wrong like cheating, as that was something we had agreed the parameters on, but wrong as in not respecting Josh or what he and I had been through. It was like I was treading on thin ice, and if I messed up, we may have to go through a second round of grief. At least when it came to things we hadn't talked about yet, like anal.

“So... regular hanky pank is okay?” Luna asked, some hope in her voice, yet keeping her lingo playful.

I nodded, shooting Luna a grin, and she immediately went to work, spinning me around, and bending me over the kitchen island counter. I felt her hands slip into my pajama pants, and without much fanfare, she pushed into my butt crack, the tips of her fingers finding my anus.

I let out a surprised gasp as her fingers started to play with my sensitive sphincter, but she didn't penetrate me. Instead, she just teased me, massaging my back entrance. My hips started to move on their own, grinding against the counter, and my breath got stuck in my throat.

“You like that, don't you?” Luna purred, her face close to mine.

“I… I don't know…” I said.

“Don't worry, Viper,” Luna cooed. “You'll learn to love it. You'll learn to beg me to fuck your ass.”

Her dirty words were making me hot, and I knew I'd want more soon. I couldn't help it, I was a dirty little slut, and I wanted to be filled. I needed to be filled.

“P-please,” I whimpered.

“Please what?” Luna asked, still teasing my asshole.

“Please... Please take me upstairs to your room,” I pleaded.

“Good girl,” Luna said.

Several hours later, I was still under Luna, her pumping me with her hips, shoving her huge dildo into me. She had gotten a new one, which arrived sometime during our tryst, and it was much more pronounced than her last one. It was long, almost as long as a real dick, but flared out at the end, creating a larger impact area to bang up in me. We had been on and off doing various things, but now Luna was doing me hard again, after I had a shower and cleaned up, dirtying me up all over again.

“Dirty slut,” Luna moaned into my mouth.

She was laying on top of me, her hips doing all the work, slamming her silicone cock deep into me, our bodies intertwined, our tongues locked. Her hands gripped my throat and pulled me in, holding me close, her lips smothering mine.

The bed creaked beneath us as Luna's hips worked their magic, her strap-on sliding in and out of me, her body rubbing against mine. She was so warm and soft, her skin so smooth and flawless, her curves so perfect and inviting. She sure as hell knew how to work me over with that big strap-on.

Luna was so much stronger than me, and even though I struggled against her grip, she didn't budge. I was at her mercy, and she knew it. She loved it, and I could tell she was getting off on being in control of me.

“You like fucking me?” I asked, knowing her dildo had a vibrator thingy that gave her pleasure with each thrust. God, the sounds that came from under the duvet cover, as it moved with the rhythm of her hips, was a dead giveaway.

“Oh yes,” Luna moaned, her hips working faster, her strokes getting harder. “You've got such a tight little pussy.”

Luna leaned down her face to make out with my neck, making my whole body tingle again. One of the perks of being a woman, and sleeping with a woman, was that ability to cum and cum again over and over. And Luna exploited that all morning.

And as Luna approached her own orgasm, I saw him. Josh. He stood in the doorway and was watching his sister pound his wife. But he didn't stop us. Luna hadn’t noticed, but I did. I had seen that wild arousal in his eyes before.

“Luna, Luna!” I moaned. “Oh god, I'm gonna cum again.”

“Yeah, you like that big cock inside you?” Luna purred. “You like being fucked by me? Getting stuffed after being a good wife cooking us breakfast?”

“Y-yes," I gasped. “I love it. I love it so much.”

“Good girl,” Luna said with jagged breath, her hips slowing down, her strokes getting longer, deeper. The ridges of the dildo rubbed expertly against my g-spot, sending shivers through my body. “You're such a good little slut.”

Luna pulled back her face from mine and looked deeply into my eyes, her hands still gripping my throat. We both were so sweaty and tired, yet fought our way through another mutual orgasm. Knowing Josh was watching me cum from fucking Luna sent me over the rails as well, and we shared another orgasm together. Luna never even knew Josh witnessed her making me cum buckets.

I came so hard I think I blacked out for a second, my vision going blurry. But then I came to, my body shaking from the force of my orgasm. I looked next to me and saw Luna panting wildly. 

But no Josh. 

Fuck. This was way too similar to what we'd done before, and I immediately started to get worried. I felt sick to my stomach. Why couldn’t we just learn? Now that we had finally moved past it and Josh wanted to talk about kids again, I went ahead and fucked it all up.