Chatty little sister. Part 3 ⇐ Incest

[Anonymous]

The next day after our conversation with my wife, I found some free time at work and dialed my sister’s number.
- Hello little sister! How are you doing? We haven't talked for a long time...
-Oh brother, hello! “I was just thinking about you,” she laughed cheerfully. - Yes, okay, I took my husband to see my relatives, I decided to visit my own. How are you?
- Super! It’s summer now, there’s always a bathhouse, barbecue... You haven’t been to our place in the summer, have you?
-No, it’s probably great!
-Come, let’s relax, take a steam bath...
-Listen, I’ll finish some things now, and I’ll come to you at the end of July!
-Great, we'll wait! There was a week and a half left before my sister’s scheduled arrival, and more than once during this time I tried to return to the last conversation with my wife.
It was still not entirely clear to me whether she said this seriously, or...
- Tell me, how do you imagine this? - I asked.
- Well... I can leave you, for example, leave the bathhouse under some pretext. “Then everything depends on you,” she answered in a playful tone. - Just, let’s agree right away, if anything happens, then you use condoms!
“Of course,” I said shyly, and I immediately remembered the last time we went without them all night. Everything then happened suddenly, and... risky, considering that we were both, as they say, “under the influence.” Remembering that incident, one question constantly turned over in my head... “Why did she then let me in so easily and without fear?...” She didn’t ask if I had a condom... And words from her like “only not into me..." I don’t remember from her then either. Like the fact that she's on pills or something. What if I hadn’t had time then at least once?.. Or, some “stray” sperm could have remained on the head and jumped at the right moment... By the way, I still came inside her when we merged at 69. But, given the number of times we copulated before this position, I’m not sure I could squeeze something out of myself. In any case, I didn’t have the opportunity to ask her about it.
“Look at me!” she smiled, and the sincerity of her words removed a block of doubt from me. On the appointed day, we met our guest, and when she settled down in the guest room, we decided to celebrate, as they say, “for the meeting.”
The girls decided to immediately try the cognac my sister had brought, I preferred to support them with what I had purchased in the morning beer. The conversation was routine, everyday, news from each side was shared, plans were discussed. But as alcohol entered my wife’s body, I noticed how unusually her eyes began to glow, as if radiating some kind of genuine interest. As if she was trying to catch some kind of lascivious glance from my sister in my direction. Some spark that would even remotely hint at the “too warm relationship” between us. But we seemed to be quite ordinary relatives who were no different from the others.
-I’ll go and look at the bathhouse... “How about hot?” I turned to my sister.
“I like it hot!” she answered cheerfully. “Wait, I’m with you!” I’ll smoke at the same time.
We headed towards the exit, and I felt my wife’s gaze on my back.
Going out into the street, I took out a pack of cigarettes, and after lighting a cigarette, we headed to our steam room.
-Listen, I I’m so glad that I finally got to see you!
“We’re always happy,” I smiled.
Having finished smoking and going inside the dressing room, I immediately remembered the contraceptives lying on one of the shelves, but quite noticeable , you just have to look towards shampoos and small fragrance oils for the bath.
-Wow, even here it’s already hot!-she said.
-Well... we also like it “hot”,- I smiled.
Noticing that my guest was already tipsy, I decided not to waste the moment for a conversation that I had been replaying in my head for 2 weeks.
- I want to ask everything...
- Yes?, she answered interestedly.
-Do you remember... When you came to us last time...I passed out earlier, then you were still alone in the kitchen...
-Well yes... We sat and chatted...
- So, how did it happen that she knows about you and me... Well, in childhood, do you remember us... - I still hesitated .
“What, we fucked?” she laughed, and with her laugh I felt relief.
“Well, yes,” I said more confidently. “Or rather, I know how it happened, you told her, but I don’t understand.” , how did you even approach this conversation...
“I remember we discussed something about the “first experience”... you... no, nothing...,” she broke off.
-What???
-No, I shouldn’t tell you this...
-Well, talk already,” I said, smiling, in an insistent tone, “You and I already have a lot of secrets.”
-Do you know that her brother took her virginity?
- No, - I was pretty shocked. - So she doesn’t seem to have a brother...
- Cousin, they used to live nearby, and they were often left together in childhood. Well, that’s what happened... we were children.
-Like you and me... Well, wow!
-Yes! Listen, just keep this between us? She asked me not to tell you...
-Of course,- (chatty little sister, flashed through my head)
-Well, it came out to me that she and I have something in common. I was with you for the first time then too...
-I remember... But you kept silent about our last incident?
-Well, she doesn’t need to know about that,” she smiled. “You know, when children do this, it is perceived more or less normally, it’s understandable, perhaps, you can refer to children’s interest, but when at a conscious age... -
I didn’t let her finish. Approaching her closely, I pressed her to me by the waist and pressed my lips to hers. Out of surprise, or out of surprise, she uttered a quiet groan, but grabbed my head with her hands, and I immediately felt the taste of cognac, and... tongue. She somehow greedily rotated it inside my cavity, as if afraid to miss even one millimeter where it could reach.
- Fuck, I miss you so much, - that’s all she said.
- Me too...
I had already lowered my hands to her ass, and no less greedily kneaded it, now and then pressing it to me. It became tight at the bottom... She definitely felt it, as she grabbed my head even tighter.
It’s hard to say how long we stood like that... A minute... Five?!
-Stop, us they’ll lose...,” she exhaled.
“Yes... perhaps.” “I reluctantly released her from my embrace and went into the steam room.
“About 80,” I said, returning back. Now I’ll add some firewood to keep the temperature down, and let’s go.
When she came out, she took out a thin cigarette and lit it. We walked in silence, she, as if analyzing and thinking about what had happened, and I, - scrolling through the opportunity to be alone with her... Longer. Although perhaps we were thinking about the same thing.
-Remember, right? I didn’t tell you anything.
“Don’t worry,” I smiled. Entering the house, I saw my wife washing the empty salad plates. (“I can’t when we have someone at home, and we have a shit”), I immediately remembered her words that she often uttered.
“Well, finally!” she was delighted, “I was already thinking , you are fussing there without me. How is it?
-It’s already possible, I said, coming up and hugging her from behind.
-Well, let’s have another drink then, and let’s go, she said, finishing up.
Continuing our feast, I noticed that something has changed in my sister’s behavior... It has definitely changed. Now, when talking about a completely neutral topic, she seemed embarrassed, as if she was guiltily trying to hide something, like a drunk teenager who, when talking with her parents, tries not to show it.
I decided to lay my cards on the table on the table"
“You know, when you discovered our children’s secret, she kept asking me,” I turned to my sister, looking at my wife. “I also shared my memories.
“I’m glad that I have you like this...,” said my wife
“Informal?” I smiled.
“Unusual,” she said.
/>-We are all a little “unusual,” I said, and immediately saw my sister’s reproachful look.
The sister was silent, every now and then looking at me and then at her.
-Yes, well “So,” I continued, “this brought some piquancy into our sex life... A pleasant zest, or something.” You know, sometimes we play... Well, like role-playing there, brother-sister.
It turns us on great.
-Great,” my sister finally said with a smile.
Pouring one at a time, I I kept waiting for my wife to pick up the conversation, but looking at her, I realized that I would have to resolve the situation alone.
-Well, so... We somehow got to talking the other day, and came to the conclusion that it was possible and repeat to you and me.
“Yes, I’m fine with this, everything is fine,” the wife finally intervened, noticing her sister’s surprised look in her direction.
-What do we have to do with you? Repeat the game? - my sister asked in surprise
- Yes, like that, repeat it like in childhood, - I answered.
- Yes, he’s talking about your sex, - my wife couldn’t stand it, she laughed.
- Damn, guys... I don’t know what to say... It’s somehow strange. Are you really... now? - she turned to his wife.
- Of course, I know how he wants it, - she looked at me spouse. “In short, let’s take some beer with us and go to the bathhouse,” she said in a cheerful but commanding tone.
Taking towels and a bag of beer with us, we headed out. Entering the dressing room, I began to put the beer on a small table, and at that time my wife had already smartly taken off her very short burgundy robe, and, as it turned out, her panties first, and looked at us, apparently expecting the same. I took off my T-shirt and shorts, remaining in my shorts. My sister, having freed herself from her green dress, hastily wrapped herself in a towel, only for a second having time to show off her black panties and her already familiar, alluring breasts.
“Who are you ashamed of?” the wife said in a serious tone. Will you also wash in your clothes?
“Well, we’re not going there yet,” the sister seemed to justify herself.
“What are you doing?” my wife turned to me. “They’re all ours,” she said, already smiling.
I didn’t argue, especially since I myself already wanted to defuse the situation. He took off his swimming trunks and began pouring beer into mugs.
“Well, what’s wrong with the fact that I’m the only one naked here,” my wife said, raising the mug. -Well, let's go to the bathhouse.
My sister and I took the mugs, clinked glasses together, and made several smoothies.
- Well, first stop? - I suggested.
- You go, - said the wife, - pour over the shelves for now, and now we’ll have a smoke break, and then we’ll come in too.
After making a couple more beers of beer , I entered the steam room and closed the door behind me.
Next, the dialogue from the words of the wife, maybe not quite verbatim, but the conversation was something like this.
-Well, are you embarrassed of me, or of him?- the wife asked quietly, lighting a cigarette.
-Yesss. “Damn, it’s somehow unusual,” the sister smiled and reached for a cigarette. “Listen, are you serious, what did you say in the house?” the sister asked with interest.
“Well, yes, completely.” And about our “roles”, I’m sure that he always represented you. I want to please him a little. How do you look at this? “Would you like to be with him?” the wife asked playfully
“Well... yes, I would like to.. But how?” asked the sister
“Well, then you’ll figure it out among yourself,” the wife laughed.
“I don’t mind,” the sister said more confidently. “I haven’t had sex for a long time.” But I didn’t think it was like this... Damn, you certainly surprised me, if anything, is it still between us? - asked the sister.
- Everything’s fine, don’t worry, we’re alone here, - the wife said cheerfully.
The sister, having finished smoking her cigarette, removed the towel and began to pull off her panties.
The girls each took a couple of sips from their glasses and headed in my direction. To be continued.